Moans whimpers gasps
teeth lightly rake me
bodies reaching pushing craving
rough raw unhindered beauty in our eyes
taking claiming owning
love in a slap caring in a demand
something unexplainable very few can understand
pushing never breaking
making it hurt so good
marks that show our pleasure
smiles that we know where they are hidden
she finds pleasure in pleasing you
only you tell her what is forbidden
The Ravisher
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