Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Possession...

 

Laying in soft velvet blankets

Surrounded by satin and lace

Sleep induced visions dance

Behind eyelids closed tight

Window open across the way

Billowing curtains in the wind

Something more chill

Than the night air enters

Cold fingers breathe upon her skin

Eliciting a shiver then a moan

—-

Visions dark and vivid

His face beautiful, yet demonic

Brows furrowed in contemplation

Frigid gusts cascade over her

Furrows soothed away

Relaxed in posture she waits

The cool air caresses her

Making her skin heated

Raising her sexual need.

—-

Images of him and seduction

His skin, marble as passion seethes

His touch,like ice.

His body hard and handsome

His eyes, reflecting flame

Hand strong and rough,

Sinfully delicious she reaches out

Her pale soft arms wrap around him

Lifting a leg around his hips

inviting whatever he would bring.

—-

The sharp wind cut across her

penetrating her body to its core

He enters her quickly

his mouth smothering her gasp

Hand around her throat

The pressure erotically satisfying

She bucks beneath him in ecstasy.

—-

Her body arches off the bed

Relishing in the unnatural cool

Her body sweating despite it.

His thrusts are hard and driving

Causing her head to spin

Her nails rake across his back

Trails of blood follow in their wake

The flames within his eyes dance

He moans her name into her ear

—-

Her name flutters on the wind

If only she knew his

She would respond in kind

Her body more alive in sleep

than ever in the throws of passion

Body arches for the will of a demon.

He pushes hard within her

claims her body as his own to worship.

The climax coming on strong

He thrusts deep and finds release.

She screams out in pure delight

His hand caresses her face

And fades

The strong icy gust passed over her

departed all too soon

leaving her skin clammy and flushed

Her eyes flutter slowly open

Body feeling ravished

She walks unsteadily to the bathroom

The image in the mirror no surprise

Tiny little bruises on her throat

Swollen lips ravished by hells kiss

Body used and sated

And she muses with a sultry smile

‘So he came again…’

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