His hand reaches for her in the dark, the tight and punishing knot travels thick and hard expectant of something slick slack and yielding, In a battle of flesh, heavy handed blows strike strong, so that eyes roll, and sight leaves the senses, for a time, sound heard muffled as if, from far off, The mind slow to wake, wakes dizzy with worry, questions the right choice of words, the proper tone, to use the risk for error becoming more dangerous, as the occurences of begging pleading and running, Running out of time, the time to change, to take, the upper hand, growing shorter, by the day.
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