wondrous milky bitch she is
ready and willing for all i’ve got to give
a million dead children
shooting over her chest
swimming
there in pools of lust and
lukewarm desire
i’ve taken all her secrets
stripped her bare and shamed her through
the sensation of ecstasy, surging through her veins
nothing to hide, nowhere to turn
my hands taking and mouth tasting
every inch of what she is
i’ve infected her with my love
and now
she belongs to me
Raw. She was a pile of obliterated mess when you were through with her.
I think there’s always war with sex. Don’t get me wrong, it can be tender and affectionate, but, there’s always a battle ready to be fought between lovers.
I have never compared war/battle with lover’s having an intense sexual experience. The similarities make it crazy erotic.
It’s an interesting concept, isn’t it? Suddenly, the act of sex takes on this new twist. All that power, and the need to ‘inflict’ on the other person. Not in an unpleasant, or non-consensual way, of course. It’s a dance between two lovers, and how far they can push each other.
That is the beauty of it, using words like ‘inflict’ or ‘battle, fight’ all in an erotic way and not connoting violence. I love it.
Author S. K. Nicholas 
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