It Isn't the Pose, It's the Passion

I’m settling our tab at the bar when she comes up close.

Leather draped with half-buzzed violet shock, blazed eyes and cobalt lips, she’s full tilt swagger.

“You kinked with that crip or want a real fuck?”

I grab a fist of spikey hair and pull her ear to my lips.

“When she makes me cum it’s like staring into the face of God. You couldn't manage a glimmer, pussycat.”

I release the brake on your chair and take us toward the door. You lean back to look into my eyes.

“That girl. What did you tell her?”

“The truth.”

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