Round one, she flew.
Round two, she begged.
Round three, I whispered, “Stretch them legs.”
I don’t chase finish, I control delay.
Make her forget what time gon’ say.
This ain’t a sprint, this a rite of sweat.
She asked for pressure. I left her wrecked.

(2/2)

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Chokehold grip, her head thrown back,
she sobbed like thunder mid-heart attack.
“Fuck, please,” she cried, voice all wrecked,
I growled, “Don’t plead. Just take what’s next.”
(2/2)

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A lace of smoke lingers by the stairwell,
tastes like lips that never lied,
just left.
The night doesn’t ask.
It parts
just enough.
Like it’s been waitin’ on your scent
(3/3)

Paint flakes stick to fingers that never asked to be clean
Steam exhales from the grates
not a hiss
a moan
Warm and low
curling up thighs of air
and licking every inch slow
A vinyl bassline seeps from somewhere below
deep, molasses-thick
Makes the concrete hum
like its being touched just right
(2/3)