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The music and its beat
the rhythm inside us now
wrists tied tightly
of course. 
Our dark little session
the obsession
touching things
in the dark. 
her back arched forward
keeping things
centered and focused
from the very start,
just as the music explodes. 
The girl releases. 
Heavy hard fists pull,
she’s spun over
on all fours
the girl wishes
to please
in this position. 
Here against
our forbidden words
the girl is scooped up
cradled super close
so only she can whisper
the triggered fuse
that only she can light
in anticipation.  
I watch her throat
the music slows,
as if she knew
the deep and heavy silence
looking up with clear eyes
the top she has conquered. 
We’re equal now
this is our moment
in some far off measure 
she wants a poem
with her ass
properly palmed
I take a fist-full of hair 
being careful,
but not really. 
She looks up and over
her eyes square in mine
a quick slap to bottom
the firm reminder
eyes out of eyes,
she pouts,
bottom lip and all. 
The music picks up again
the volume is stiff and hard
pressing up against her
her clit is sensitive
with every other pass
here in the kissing hour
the temperature spikes.  
With eyes properly down
she asks once more
Would it please you
to know what I’m thinking?
her favorite question
the hour is late
with heavy breathing
I put my mouth to hers
and use 
her favorite phrase
back on her.