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Writer's pictureSimon Templar

Atoms Bound and Tied

Updated: Nov 3



Pulled together by orbit forces unseen,

entangled in currents, fierce and keen.

I’m held beneath her, rope tied by lace,

with her behind settled firmly over my face.


Your presence holds me, anchored in place,

each touch a pulse, each breath a trace,

a magnetic pull that bends our wills,

melding us close, quiet yet thrilled.


Yet she rises, shifting the flow,

challenging the force, resisting slow,

a spark ignites, our energies flare,

entangled now in charged, open air.


Her touch, like particles drawn to collide,

meets the edges of where I reside.

Then she pauses, her gaze a plea,

and in that tension, I find release.


“Bend over,” I murmur, my voice low,

a wave I ride to an orgasmic glow,

her form yielding, willingly aligned,

Unconstrained by desire, perfectly defined.


We move like atoms in patterned phase,

locked in rhythms, a fiery blaze,

our energies swirl, caught in the flow,

two forces in sync, above and below.


Until the final, atomic explosion,

matter undone in shared devotion,

spent and fused, we drift as one,

held by the gravity we’ve just begun.


In the stillness after, bound and freed,

our energies settle, both concede,

in this cosmic tangle, this quiet form,

Where power and surrender become our norm.

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