Poem: Powers
Bjorn's speed and size are faster than his cold touch, leeching heat and blood,
like Simeon's silken warmth from pulsing muscles and girth as wide as a giant wolf's paw.
Hunter breaks me with his power, his muscles bulging anger into my flesh, like claws he tried to destroy.
And Brooke's heaving sweat throwing locked door open with strength against her size and weight,
after, when all spent, covered in gushed climax,
corset shredded ruin
bikini bottoms ripped,
and fur cape rimmed by dirt, mud, and sweat from three men, monsters, at once.
See "Alison is Inside Lust" for more!
