Layering lip gloss,
daring him to do his worst,
playful,
I pretend that I am blind,
to the desires that bind him to me,
as if I cannot hear,
what his hands scream.
I ask him,
with one glance of my eyes,
to the lust in his lap,
what his plans are for tonight,
and then,
I am snatched into a sensual storm.
He rains.
He rages.
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