Wicked Pleasure

beneath the veiled secrecy of her inner most thoughts,
her feelings betray and her hands fill the gap between her legs,
destroying all evidence of what she received from him;
another threat downgraded to a fleeting memory, recalling
time and place and first impressions and then the lust
with which they were consumed and the tortuous mental
desire of wanting and needing much, much more;

the sound of the hand echoed throughout the vacant
set of rooms in which her visitor had once lived, as he
administered the painful pleasure upon her soul and body
and the mind that grew strong with noble thoughts;
no shouts...
no cries...
no pleas...
just an open heart leading to the opening of legs and a
straight forward desire that was leashed and unleased
upon her as her body squirmed and writhed from each
welt causing blow and the orgasmic gentleness with
which all love making after that always followed as
streams of fluid desire oozed out of her and down,
mixing with the sweat and tears dried from before, and
the pungent aromas that flared and inflamed her mind
as her passions rose and fell in rhythm with her breathing;
erect nipples on her breasts pointed freely as she clawed
at him for more and he sent another to lick her clean,
and a new chapter began in her little book of charms,
an unexpected treat, ending horrifically as the three of
them merge into one last sexual experience, just before
the full moon appears and releases her once again.

6Dec14