Low resistance

by AynJal   Dec 19, 2005


Your lips
Soft against my skin
I cry out
As teeth push in
Gently and pull back
I know I'm trapped
My fingertips trace
Your mouth
Over mine
Your hands kept
In line
Can't fight this
Must resist
Don't want too
I'm begging you
Hold back
As I bite my lip
You know you can't
Can I control it?

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