thrive on the conflict

love me like an enemy

meet me at the front lines

a fight to the death

over the filthy territory

of our shared fantasies

tongues locked like swords

the taste of saber and sex

metallic scintilla and honey cum

the frenzied sounds of combat

we moan when wounded

my curves the artillery

feel the kick back

when your fingers on my trigger

love me like you hate me

a worthy opponent

unwilling to surrender

tonight we riot

dirty little strategies

bullets and bottom lips bitten

motivated to

destroy each other

hide and seek

in war torn sheets

divide and conquer

in my restless depths

a struggle for glory

surround my forces

and take your prize

by force

then let me ride you

like a battle stallion

to… victory

love me like you thrive

on the conflict

a.duncan, 2026

 

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"She would fill endless notebooks with stories about the characters in her life, their impressions, words, friends, lovers, inspirations, fantasies. She spent her days dreaming up worlds where they fit together in visions; the if only, the never again, the someday. Those who knew her best would describe her as a creature with a clear and sometimes painful sense of herself; furious with ideas and convictions, to a point that she frightened love away with discernment and a relentless strength of character."

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