Ignoring all the rules, I displayed passions conquest amongst lays I conquered, mans mind became my adventure, along with his manhood that cried out to play the game, no matter how hard he tried I twisted his life backwards, counting the minutes it took him to rejuvenate himself, his dick was my pleasure his mind a picture book of words that ate at me.
Yes like others I overwhelmed them all, kissing away passion, bringing lust into the game, like monopoly I did all, his soul, a home and then his conscious which whispered at my window can I come in to play,
I hummed names, as I walked alone the path of whores doors, sexually availability became my signature mark, written itself along my bosom, smiling into eyes that where just a play thing to me, as I said can you come out to play, they went from man to boy with just one glance, I took time away, as there shadow even stood still, an still was the earth as fucking took daylights time, giving night more minutes for the game to be played,
With a throw of the dice a chose was none other then a finger point away, and like the cat I am I rubbed my body against the next one that would lay across my bed, mans doom was my sexually availability.
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Reviewed by gene lee
4/14/2006
Deborah:
Good, intense erotica with a hard edge! What's not to like? I am new to this Den and yet to post any of my fiction. Being the kind of guy I am your title caught my attention and thus yours is the first post I have read! Other than my friend, Purplemind's poetry. So far so good.
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