A normal Thursday day between her legs

I went down into the kitchen
To find her by the oven,
Her legs going down
As she inclined,
Legs made by Lucifer
That only fixed her.
I came in and grabbed her behind
She told to look at her pants
“I’m no wearing no panties”
“That’s the best kind of panties”
I took her from behind,
Lean her over the fridge
Sort type of things
Felt from it.
A spoon hit me
And stared at me.
I kept kissing her neck
As she grabbed my cock’s head
She was hard
Never delicate with those hands
But I liked it rough
And she was a wolf.
We kept the movement
With the front door open,
I could hear her screaming
Biting my arms into bleeding
Two beautiful bodies
Fighting death
And nobody
Could stop until I came.
The world looks beautiful
Inside the eyes of a young girl
Entering an extasis world
In a way so purposeful.
I never knew what was in the oven
But we ate chips over an existential argument
And we never found her underwear.

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