... is what I read on her lips

 

She is there
in the darkness...
I can just barely make out her frames
silhouette though...
as the candlelight flickers
& reflects off her red patent leather
stilettos
and I know
what she wants...
I know why she's been waiting
patiently anticipating
salivatingly
contemplating...
she contemptuously tempts me
invitingly beckons me...
with her body's language
and all too well, I can read:
'her needs = my passion'
its agreed,
the fires ignite
she concedes her delightful will to my
desire for thrashing
beads fashion as her mouth drips
from each corner as she licks her lips
from the mere thought of my presence
of body's heat radiating my essence
of my breath seducing the hairs on her
necks nape
she is my willing slave
& she never wants to escape
& she never will!
I have her now & forever!
Splendidly twisted,
sadistically gifted…
Seductively, I  toy with her mind
the blissfully contoured lifts & dips of
her spine
send me in a romancing trance
I lead as she follows in this dance we
dance...
I lose my grip on space & time,
as I grip her waist
from behind
She lunges back as I plunge forth
to find her kundalini...
ahhhhhhhhhhh...
there
it
is...
that sweet tingly spot
in the corner of east & north...
her energy rises higher & higher
so high I
see flashes sorta’ like the aurora
borealis
of her aura
emanating from her py.RA.mid-like palace
as it wraps itself about my obelisk-like
phallus....
So enthralled by this soul-quenching
rush of lust;
the feel of handcuffs cold steel cutting
into her wrists;
the stinging kiss of my palm against her
bare ass cheeks;
not to mention the tight tension of
chains restraining &
binding her arms behind…
the passion in her full hips,
I’m addicted to like she- the lash of the bullwhips,
we both so afflicted by this pleasure of
pain
inflicted by this Kings royal scepter
formed like a iron rod by God
and this Queens royal chamber,
I swear it's about to drive me insane,
with its walls; silken pink
laced in velvet
pure and creamy like whipped milk
I trace the imprint of her skin-tight corset
with my tongue, lips & teeth...
I take savoring sips of the emphatically
sensuous pants and moans
sporadically
leaking from her clinched lips
in syncopation to her angelic body's
cascading angulations
her nymphatic twists and turns are the
tantalizing gifts I yearn
with the power to blur my minds lines of
reality...
I'm hypnotized into a fallacy
my eyes; entranced as I watch her hips
dance
to a chorus of bites & squeals
scratches & screams...
Like fine whines
they only get louder with time. . .
The sinfully scented, peppered & minted
drops of sweat, we marinate in
I am intoxicated by the serenading presence of
her effervescence;
relentlessly ravaging
savagely feasting
pleasingly releasing this beast within
in her in each earthquaking shake,
thrusting stroke
One hand on the headboard,
the other
on
her
throat
gently for a time but then
I begin to choke
She says, ‘Are you trying to kill me?’
I think, ‘Do you have to ask?’
Her tears cascade down her cheek to the
pillow below
All I can do is laugh...
attempts at gasping, I feel in my palm
just as I loosen my grip she tightly grips my forearm...
'Don't stop! Harder!'
is what I read on her lips...
'Don't stop! Harder!'
is what I read on her hips...
'Don't stop! Harder!
Loving you is a battle &
I wanna to die as your martyr!'
...is what I read on her lips
...is what I read on her hips
...is what I read on her lips
...is what I read on her hips

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