I come in
Drenched in the stench
Of the day’s toils
“How was your da-“
Was all you managed to get out
My hand firmly around your neck
A look of fear washed over your face
Your nipples
Hard and perky
Your pussy
Dripping and ready
As I lead you to the bedroom
And throw you down on the bed
The look of fear is dimmed
By a glint of lust
Clothes thrown off
Bodies writhing
In a passion fueled dance
My hand once again
Firmly on your throat
I thrust into you
And with that first thrust
Your unfinished question
Is answered…

© Seductive Poetry

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