Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Waiting For Her Command



the exuding acridity staining the mindscape
catching Her seering stare
silently bewildered drawing in soft breath
knowing only self sacrifice and servitude
feeding from Her with starving devotion
tumultuous, ravenous soaked to the skin
saturated by a stern rain of tears
Futile, he realizes,
he will soon have his mind and body in such compromise
tensing, holding of breath
he feels Her searching for a single trace of weakness
pulling his thoughts to Her
Her smirk slowly forming a wicked grin
closing in,
sustaining piercing eye contact
the sway of full hips against the tautness of Her latex
the bounce of Her generous breast
Her heels, so erotic
and those red stained lips, oh those lips
parting ever so lusciously,
waiting for Her command

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