Delicately I take your hand
And pull you hard into me
Here is where the delicacy ends
As we begin to set our passion free.
Pinning you against that hard wall
Forcing your hands up overhead
As gasp escapes your quivering lips
Thought spins on that of dread
Turn your head and bear that neck
Your throat lain bare for me
My cold steel blade is sharp and true
And thus it is now the only key
I trace skin so soft and supple
pausing just below your chin
My knee presses between your legs
Now it is time to let me in.
Release you hand from up high
My fist takes an handful of your hair
The blade lays quietly at your throat
I start to wonder if you even care
To your knees I force you down
But you drop so willing and good
Them softly I cup your chin in my hand
and whisper ‘i knew you could’
You lick those soft lips in waiting
What do you want next my dear?
For we have only just started
We are far from ending never fear.
*(a work in progress)