Into the shades of black,
she walked alone.
Down the narrow path,
covered with stone.
Creeping in the shadows,
the unknown lurked.
The darkness lay low,
displaying a smirk.
The moment of silence,
a rise to the peak.
Controlled patience;
not for the weak.
Suddenly, she turns,
to face her attack.
The feeling, it burns,
everything is black.
Not a sound heard,
or a glimpse to see.
No spoken words,
during our flee.
Executed perfectly,
she lay as we wait.
Surely she will plea,
in the dawn of her fate.
Anticipation rises,
as her eyes open.
Wearing disguises,
we begin the fun.
Fear covers her face,
as the tears stream.
Dressed in all lace,
just like my dream.
"It's time to play,
don't be afraid."
Behave and obey,
you will be laid."
Sweet pleasures,
delivered to you.
Soft like feathers,
a fantasy come true.
Feeling your touch,
she is lost in delight.
Liking it rough;
no longer a fight.
She has succumbed;
gaining her appetite.
Moaned and hummed,
knowing it's right.
Once unwelcome,
yet now begged for.
Each time she comes,
she still wants more.
Taken to a new high,
she is now an addict.
Spreading her thighs,
she asks to be licked.
Copyright © 2015 Jamie Johnson