Needling Truth

I sense the lust
in your fingertips
as they grab my body
with a downward thrust
shoving my head
into the nectar
yanking me with desperate jerks
only partially controlled
filling me
embrace me
force me
as I would force you
feel me below your flesh
expuldging my fluids
within your lifelines
feel the passage I travel
clench with reluctant joy
leave me weeping
as you neglect me
discarded master watching
their slave sleep with another
until you come back

...and you always do.

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