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Prose
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The Car moves slowly down the streets looking for its next stopEyes searching those on the sidewalks for mutual recognitionThe knot grows tighter within the depths of his bowlsThe need must be fulfilled, the power must be exposedStanding out in the weather, good or badwaiting for the next moment to pass, watchingMaybe the right one will stop, hopefullyCan a dream be born out of this irredeemableEyes touching eyes, heart starts beating fasterCircling once to reaffirm the sightingSlows to a stop just feet awayRejoicing within as she enters his domainHere is one, let it be quick and safeFear growing within, smile showing withoutWords spoken, deal struck, tension growingRiding, directing to a safe placeAcceptance made, power pounding within himPressure building within, needing to be releasedSearching for the right spot to claim victoryFinding insulated ground, need is growingBarring the breasts becoming vulnerableMouth opening absorbing himTasting of salt and sweat overcomingFeeling the growth as the pressure mountsSubmission achieved power strong withinHands reaching out squeezing, hurtingPushing down harder, seeking for more timeSpent too soon, lost all power, empty insideHurting hurrying towards the endGagging at the taste, trying not to swallowFeeling the softness come, turning awaySpitting, rejecting, seeing him as he isEmbarrassed, hurt, no victory withinSeeing self, alone, desperate, vileWanting to shed her quickly The Hunter shot downDirecting him, speaking boldly nowFeeling the power strong and sureSmiling, shooing away all repentanceDismissing looking for another to bag
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