A touch here, a nibble there
She was putty in his hands
Stroking her body to life
Only he could do that
Her mind fought it
Fought that dangerous attraction she felt
But her body was the traitor
Teaming up with the enemy
Slowly even her mind stopped fighting
It stopped working altogether and that's when pleasure took over all rational thoughts
And she became just another slave to his art
A goner
–Ananya
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