Spinning Top

I lay quietly there, on my side,

My very bottom yearning to feel

The hardness beneath me.

I wait, anxious, alone—

Then he comes.

I feel the softness of his hand,

Grasping firmly at my side.

Slowly, I begin to feel his motion.

Wrapping around me,

He winds his magical string

Around and around—

Tracing my curves ever so slowly,

Carefully winding from bottom to top.

When the timing is perfect,

He shifts my position,

His firm hand sure of its action.

He pulls back,

He hesitates—

And then he lets go.

My body and soul unwinding

As I feel my bottom

Crash down against hardness,

Fluidly spinning,

Undoing me completely—

Unraveling my core, my very reason for being.

I am in my ecstasy.

I hear his shouts of joy.

His power, now released through my body—

We share our private moment.

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