Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

The black suit


He walks to me,the face of a lion with all his pride.

Pulls me closer and says "there is nowhere to hide".

He takes my hand leading to a black room.

I don't know this man he is not my boyfriend nor my groom.

He wears a black suit it fits perfectly with his baby blue eyes.

He loves the sound of defenless woman's misreble cries.

He is ruthless,yet so gentle and wise.

He punishes me if Im dishonest,he hates all the lies

He ties me up like a animal and leaves me.

Then the next moment black is all I can see.

He unzips my dress,his hands stroking my skin and touching me so.

He begins with my dress and moves a little further,till he is under,till he is low.

His hands slowly spreading my legs and making me his prey.

He whispters  "Even if you could leave,you'd want to stay."

He comes closer and I can feel him penetrating me.

He goes in deeper,I pull the sheets,I am no longer free.

He makes me moan like a woman in pain.

He is selfish,cruel and utterly vein.

Picks up the whip,and hits till I want to cry.

And he spanks hard if I dare to looks up or  sigh.

As I bite my lip he pins me down and hold me tight.

I can still see nothing just occasional bits of light.

On the bed,he grabs me and pulls my hair.

I cannot see but I can feel his grieving stare.

He pulls my hair,kissing my neck and licking his lips.

As he eases on my hair,his hands dig into my hips.

He removes the blindfold and I see.

Blue eyes like the ocean staring right at me.

His muscular body,his ruggedly handsome face.

His body so tanned yet a heart with the color of white lace.

He touches me and looks deep in my eyes.

In his past he was a eagle that crashed but got up and yet flies.

But he is aggressive and connot be tamed.

He alone can not be complelty  blamed.

He's under,my hand on his head with constant moaning and screaming of satisfaction.

Its too bad, its too much its his fatal 
attraction.

I grab his head,lift it above me ,just before our lips meet.

He pounds me,I can feel his power,I feel his heat.

He goes harder,deeper and increases his speed.

All this time I didnt realise how much I am inneed.

His body against mine,the heat builing and the moaning fulled with passion and desire.

His body,its not all that I appreciate and admire.

Like a animal he sits and me,the rider,Im in control.

Im the leader,and I ride him like a wild  bull.

Exhausted I lay,having passion with someone I never met.

He disapears,but I will never forget.…