The Fortune Teller

What price does Fate wager
When you try to unclothe the bitch
Are you going to make a tramp out of her
Or dine with her amidst candle lights
and tell-me-about-yourself’s

And if by her grace you find yourself at your best
along with her bare cunt
Would you let her fuck your brains out instead
Or would you rather slide above her, strong and soft
Ride her till she comes with what you’re made of —

(c) 2012
Vivien Marie Lopez

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