Your Surrender

Your torn shorts in a pile in the corner a sign of your surrender
You surrender your body to me on this matted old couch
Your feet firmly planted on the cold cement floor
My knees red from the friction caused the burlap covered cushions
My sweat drips into your innocent eyes burning them
But right now your mind is on something else
And your body is on something else
Your body is realizing pleasure while your mind is realizing your surrender.

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