Control and desire

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She reached down
With slightly tentative hands
Fingernails ***ted bright
She felt a hard shell
Gently lifting it up
A specimen to be judged
Amongst many others
Does it stand true
Hard and veiny true
But do the roots run deep
And true.

Judging it worthy
And worthy of her trust
She slowly runs her hand
Along its veins
Feeling the pulse
Of a true heart
Pumping love in its physical manifestation

She rewards it with a slow rub
Sees the glistening tip
A drop of desire
She reaches down with a questioning tongue
And licks it off

Tastes the essence of the man
On his veined thrust
As the hard shaft
Pierces her lips
Pushes them apart
And slides into her mouth

She savors the essence
Of being controlled
While knowing she controls
For thrust as he might
His desire
Is her control

And she cares not
If he is in control
For she know in her soul
What she tasted
Was the seed of his love