Eager and waiting, for the time is near,
the opponent moving towards my hardened spear.
Not able to move, hands having been bound,
a gag in my mouth so I won't make a sound.
Battlefield familiar, but altered this time-
a scene for a different type of crime.
Her wanting for my eyes to be open wide
so to see the lashings as they are applied.
Long wet strokes, driving me mad,
missile ***** as she climbs the launch pad.
Hovering above, she smiles taking me in-
her wet dripping down all over my skin.
She-hunger, ravenous, like a starved animal-
the desire, an inferno, internal, vaginal.
Struggling to free my hands so to touch her back
as she arches herself like a contortionist's act.
Taking glee...in my trapped juxtaposition,
now even more focused on her lustful mission.
The heavens explode, stars streaking across the sky
as she tightens her grip, clenching her thighs.
Tremors...rippling...down her spine-
her hair on my face, smelling divine.
Crumbling down upon my sword,
she looses my binds, removes the cord.
Takes the gag from my mouth, kissing hard-
allowing me to embrace her, dropping her guard.
I'm her willful slave caged by wanton barbed wire-
her molded clay, her St. Elmo's fire.