Wednesday, 6 March 2013
A Mental Encounter
A man sits in the dark
Plagued by thoughts of a woman out of his sight
Resolving he wanted to have her that night
He didn't mean the love making
The love was there but not to be made
It fueled his lust
He wanted her
To possess her
To dominate he
He thought of all he could and the images flooded his being
He saw her in his minds eye
He would take her and tie her hands over her head
Blindfold her
Leave her on the bed wanting
He'd walk around sizing her up making sure that she knew he was there
Get on top of her and move close to her without touching
Let the heat radiate from his skin so she could feel it
Explore her body with his tongue every part every inch
Bite on her to hear her moan
To see her body arch in the sweet painful pleasure
Leave marks on her neck
Make her nipples sore
Turn her on her belly and torture her
Spank her as she is kissed
Let the tingling start from her heel
Drag it upwards slowly and as he reaches the apex
He would switch to her other side
Letting his tongue scroll down to her other leg
Move to her neck and trail downwards
Step away and leave her there wanting
She closes her legs because of it
Struggles to get loose but can not
And just when she calms down and takes a breather
He swoops in and digs his tongue at the apex of her thighs
And tastes her juicy essence
He had to flip her over
Legs wrapped around his neck as her teased and played
Dripping
Moaning
Moving to the rhythm of his tongue and fingers
As she gets closer and closer to the edge
Losing her breathe
And he stops
Unties her from the bed
But keeps her hands tied together
Bent over the bed
He takes from behind
She pulls the sheets
He takes her hands
Puts them behind her and uses her hair as reins to control her
Mercilessly pounding
In and out
Deeper and deeper
Faster and faster
He is relentlessly spanking her hearing her moan
Drive him even more into a crazed rage
He is claiming her
Owning her
And she stops the fighting and giving in
Moving to his will
Adhering to his unspoken word
Until the world gets still
And all that remains was a gasp from her lips
A triumphant roar from his
The beating of their hearts
The heaving from their chests
As he lays on top of her
And the stillness of the night.
Jah Bless
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