Somehow, she'd pounced, and they lay together,
her on top of him, her evil toothed grin bearing down.
"You like this, don't you?" he said, then threw her around.
Now he was on top of things, straddling her.
In all the wavy smoke and ether, he finally found her face again
just to ask, "Well then, how do you like this?"
First, there was a loss of pressure, then her thigh shot upward
only to be gently diffused by his downward palm.
"I knew you'd try to slam me viciously," he explained.
As she looked at him ferociously, he gently eased off her,
rolling over to *his* side while making sure at all points
he was protected.
Later they would have in-depth conversations as he slept face down
about why he wouldn't let her kick him in the balls,
how he would like children (not necessarily with her, if were to pass),
and why this whole thing is possibly just a musing.
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