Deliverance

My head on your chest, resting as you pull me close to heal my broken frame. The need for your ownership and your need to give it lets me give my body to you, safe in the comfort that you will take me. Lips bitten through, skin broken and sinews strained, you are my deliverance and the safe place I can crawl to, to feel truly free.

Your head on my chest, matting the hair with sticky fingers, shored up against my aching carcass. The need to own me feels so strong when I feel it thrust into me, hard, unyielding and urgent with hunger. We rut in the heat and cool ourselves with pitchers of water drawn from the well in the yard.

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