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Writer's pictureReebecca Black

As I listened to his cry…

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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