The Neediness, Intensity and Rupture

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She tried to trap him in her eyes, to hold

Him there inside them, but of course her need

Was for his body to be throbbing bold

Inside another part of her, his seed

To fill her up as much as such slick stuff

Can fill a woman and her need, perhaps

To cause a fullness, fullness life enough

To come out screaming through her pink lips’ flaps

Past full-term months she did not have in mind

Because she wanted him, himself alone,

That part of him that urgency makes blind

To everything but thrustingness and moan.

  But he was threatened by those hungry eyes

    And broke away from hidden hungry thighs.