poetic_justice
01-11-2007, 02:40 AM
She gasps, softly, startled
As the door quietly closes
And the heavy book on her tempered lap
Falls to the floor, a dull thud echoing soundlessly.
Swallowing softly as His heavy frame
Casts dark, formiddable
Shadow over the walls behind,
And that perpetual nervousness stirs deep in her blood.
Gently He steps towards her, watching silent as she moves away
"W-What do you want..."
Watching softly as He removes His shirt, biting her lip
As she pulls the black silk robe tighter around herself.
"I'm here to claim My right..."
Smiling at the soft whimper from her lips
Eyeing those generous welcoming curves
As the soft shirt drops to the floor, silent.
"No!"
As His fingers reach the thick leather belt, backing away quickly
Feeling the pressure of the chair against her tender thigh
Shivering with the nature, the intention, in His eyes.
The heavy belt follows the shirt
Pausing to remove His pants; His eyes
Pursuing the soft beauty of her face, her soul
As that familiar stirring courses deep.
She watches that haunting lunar light caress
The strength of bronzed muscles, as He stalks her
Slowly, admiring that cat like grace
As she scrambles over the large bed.
Skilled, scarred hand catching her robe
Pulling it from her young body, as her
Feminine scent fills His senses, and He raises the
Robe to His face, to feel the warmth of her youth.
Watching Him get closer, as she moves away
Feeling the intensity of His eyes, stalking
As she trips, and he is on her
Hands roaming the soft curves of her flesh.
Losing patience with her struggles, as she fights
Taking her by the shoulders as He looks to those dark eyes
"Damnit, Hellcat - Don't make me tie you!"
Watching her gaze darken, daring.
Struggling hard as He takes the tie from her robe
Wrapping it tightly around her small wrists,
Listening to the small gasps of pain, as she stills
Raising her hands high, tying them.
Listening to her soft plea, feeling her fear
"Please, don't..."
As those hardened hands softly trace
The curve of her ribs.
"I won't hurt you, Hellcat"
Warm breath tracing over that pale, delicate skin
Smiling at the stifled moan from full lips
As His heated tongue caresses that swollen, throbbing bud.
Drawing her deeper to His tormenting mouth
Heavy hands sculpting her luscious thighs
While her back arches closer
The warmth, the need overwhelming.
As that sensual dance begins, again.
copyright © Tracey Cobb
As the door quietly closes
And the heavy book on her tempered lap
Falls to the floor, a dull thud echoing soundlessly.
Swallowing softly as His heavy frame
Casts dark, formiddable
Shadow over the walls behind,
And that perpetual nervousness stirs deep in her blood.
Gently He steps towards her, watching silent as she moves away
"W-What do you want..."
Watching softly as He removes His shirt, biting her lip
As she pulls the black silk robe tighter around herself.
"I'm here to claim My right..."
Smiling at the soft whimper from her lips
Eyeing those generous welcoming curves
As the soft shirt drops to the floor, silent.
"No!"
As His fingers reach the thick leather belt, backing away quickly
Feeling the pressure of the chair against her tender thigh
Shivering with the nature, the intention, in His eyes.
The heavy belt follows the shirt
Pausing to remove His pants; His eyes
Pursuing the soft beauty of her face, her soul
As that familiar stirring courses deep.
She watches that haunting lunar light caress
The strength of bronzed muscles, as He stalks her
Slowly, admiring that cat like grace
As she scrambles over the large bed.
Skilled, scarred hand catching her robe
Pulling it from her young body, as her
Feminine scent fills His senses, and He raises the
Robe to His face, to feel the warmth of her youth.
Watching Him get closer, as she moves away
Feeling the intensity of His eyes, stalking
As she trips, and he is on her
Hands roaming the soft curves of her flesh.
Losing patience with her struggles, as she fights
Taking her by the shoulders as He looks to those dark eyes
"Damnit, Hellcat - Don't make me tie you!"
Watching her gaze darken, daring.
Struggling hard as He takes the tie from her robe
Wrapping it tightly around her small wrists,
Listening to the small gasps of pain, as she stills
Raising her hands high, tying them.
Listening to her soft plea, feeling her fear
"Please, don't..."
As those hardened hands softly trace
The curve of her ribs.
"I won't hurt you, Hellcat"
Warm breath tracing over that pale, delicate skin
Smiling at the stifled moan from full lips
As His heated tongue caresses that swollen, throbbing bud.
Drawing her deeper to His tormenting mouth
Heavy hands sculpting her luscious thighs
While her back arches closer
The warmth, the need overwhelming.
As that sensual dance begins, again.
copyright © Tracey Cobb