Sweet sex.
Flesh on flesh, soft gasps, gentle moans.
Skin on skin, warm whispers, tender caresses.
Lips upon lips, kind kisses, memorable moments.
Sweet sex.
Then it happened.
She walked through a door,
it slammed shut behind her,
forever locked.
Sweet sex became a memory.
All has changed.
Flesh on flesh, shocked gasps, commanding caresses.
Skin on skin, wicked whispers, tethered wrists.
Lips upon lips, fervent kisses, dark demands.
Glorious Surrender.
Sweet sex.
Unsatisfying, odd, sad.
Glorious Surrender.
Indescribable fulfillment.
She walked through the door.
It slammed shut behind her.
Without
Glorious Surrender,
for her, no sex, is better than sweet sex.
Given a choice,
she would walk through the door again.
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