The Battle

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Consciously unconscious lying in wait
The bed dips, a thrill of anticipation
This is it.
Warm lips capture hers
Possessive and hungry
And warm hand precedes warm body
The suggestion of domination in the resting of firm weight
Little hands find the girth of his intent
One stroke, two strokes
“Non, non, mon cher, pas si vite”
Shackles made of hands still her advances
And she’s helpless to stop the onslaught of sensation
Lips turned weapons
He conquers her hills, and surveys her plains
A kiss not a kiss that will doom her
He’s at her entrance, teasing then retreating
And even through the haze of almost overwhelmed, surrender is not an option
“doux, Sympa, dans”
Rumbled against her center, she fractures there
Panting and compliant
He has her, she’s his, completely
“prends-moi, prends-moi, prenez tout de moi chéri”
A thrust, an invasion, a sweet occupation
He’s under her skin and that’s all there is
This rhythm, this motion, this feeling and isolation
This building, blinding, deafening, totality
Punctuated by the her tender pants and gasps
“oh yes, oh god, yes”
A prayer, a plee, a benediction of pleasure
A hymn of passion
He revels in her praise as he crashes into her
Her second coming and the end of his crusade
“oh mon dieu, mon dieu, si bon, si doux, le mien”
He is spent, but not finished
He must survey his bounty
The ragged rise and fall of heavy chest
Lips parted in exhausted breath
Eyes half closed in sleepy satisfaction
And as the last wave rocks him
He’s won her, he is mighty
But she stirs,
And takes him, even as he retreats his weapon
She takes it, for a kiss not a kiss
And his world shifts
“mon dieu, méchante femme, tu me tuer, mon dieu”
The tides of battle shifted, they are decimated.

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About Michelle Toussaint

Michelle Toussaint is an Antiguan who has amassed an Associate Degree in Science Education as well as a Diploma in Forensic Science. As such, she Teaches Science in the classroom as well as at home, where she leads...er... co-leads The Tribe. A merry band comprising her Husband-The Chief, herself-The Priestess, and her three precocious children- the tribesmen. When she isn’t mothering, teaching, being a fangirl or feeding her chocolate addiction. She writes two blogs. Random_Michelle and Death By Expectations. View all posts by Michelle Toussaint

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