As I listened to his cry
The long exasperated groan
Of his intense orgasm
It was at that moment I knew
He was hollow
His soul emptied once he slid outta me
As he released himself just below his navel.
I couldn't help but to laugh
The dominance tickling me,
Pleasured to see his grimace.
It made him laugh, too
Like the Joker in Gotham
It was like he was laughing to keep from
crying.
As he dripped his last drop onto himself
Staring blankly at the ceiling
That man was no longer his own.
He was mine
By Verbal Equinox
Insta @verbalequinox
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