Possession

 You like it rough. You like the feeling of being ravished, but not ravaged. The feeling of being controlled makes you feel like a woman possessed. You open yourself fully and completely. You submit. My weight on you brings you to climax. I wrap my arm around your back, hold your hair behind your head, fuck you deeply. This aggression takes sex beyond consideration, beyond anything in this world. It becomes only itself- fucking. Cosmic, transcendent, another dimension finding and opening.

I hold you, pull on you, take you close so I can possess you. Because you are mine.

This is the extreme act of fidelity, the purest form of marriage, where it matters most- the giving of oneself.

I am liberated in my aggression.

Truly, I feel. I act truly.

But in the end, it is you who authors my anguish in ecstacy.

After you have had your thousand orgasms,

I fuck you until you allow me to cum.