We're engulfed in a smoky silence
flames of failure licking at our fading silhouettes
I remind her, "No regrets"
but her eyes are too wise to buy into my sense
She draws me to her warmth, her voice steady
"You can't leave.... i'm not ready..."
So i kiss her as if the fate of the world depended on that kiss
that lustfully long-lasting liplock not to be dismissed as mere bliss
it does as was intended:
weakens her will until its unmended
a warrior woman submits to her slave
"Be strong, my love, and i'll be brave..."
Nothing after that need be spoken
we part ways in a cloud of dust
a warrior woman's will bent and broken
by the power of her love slave's lust...
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