poetic_justice
11-26-2006, 04:35 AM
And with that heavy calloused hand
Pressed like iron to delicate and pale throat,
Her eyes widen with
The murderous, sadistic pleasure.
Warm, melting breath
Engulfing and destroying
As He whispers hungry thoughts
To a frightened, fragile soul.
The strong, tobacco stained fingers
Tangle in her soft, sunless hair
Turning her face high
As He looks to Angel's soul.
"Shhhh..."
A soft, comforting whisper
Soothing sounds with kind blue eyes of the bleeding heart
As He lays her gently to the bed.
Green cotton sheets
And the tightness of bloodied rope
Around pale, straining wrists;
She can't fight back.
His hands caress her thighs
Dark skin against white, muscled and smooth
As He gentle turns her legs to the right
Tilting her hips.
His hand caresses her arse
As the laughing mouth, twists,
And He lights a smoke, passing
The flame before her bruised face.
Blowing the choking smoke to her eyes,
Watching her cough
Before pressing that horrible stick
To her arse, to that beauty in flesh.
And surrounding cries from blood filled lips
The painful sensation
Of burning flesh, coursed
Deep within a strangelled heart.
Slowly He pulls the smoke away
Blowing softly on the flesh wound, on the damaged skin
Looking up at the trembling, silent girl
Once deep eyes, hollow and broken.
Leaning close over her body, covering her
He gently kisses her parted lips
Looking to the glassy eyes and smiling
"You're mine now, slut"
copyright © Tracey Cobb
Pressed like iron to delicate and pale throat,
Her eyes widen with
The murderous, sadistic pleasure.
Warm, melting breath
Engulfing and destroying
As He whispers hungry thoughts
To a frightened, fragile soul.
The strong, tobacco stained fingers
Tangle in her soft, sunless hair
Turning her face high
As He looks to Angel's soul.
"Shhhh..."
A soft, comforting whisper
Soothing sounds with kind blue eyes of the bleeding heart
As He lays her gently to the bed.
Green cotton sheets
And the tightness of bloodied rope
Around pale, straining wrists;
She can't fight back.
His hands caress her thighs
Dark skin against white, muscled and smooth
As He gentle turns her legs to the right
Tilting her hips.
His hand caresses her arse
As the laughing mouth, twists,
And He lights a smoke, passing
The flame before her bruised face.
Blowing the choking smoke to her eyes,
Watching her cough
Before pressing that horrible stick
To her arse, to that beauty in flesh.
And surrounding cries from blood filled lips
The painful sensation
Of burning flesh, coursed
Deep within a strangelled heart.
Slowly He pulls the smoke away
Blowing softly on the flesh wound, on the damaged skin
Looking up at the trembling, silent girl
Once deep eyes, hollow and broken.
Leaning close over her body, covering her
He gently kisses her parted lips
Looking to the glassy eyes and smiling
"You're mine now, slut"
copyright © Tracey Cobb