she is LuNa
she called him
Mr hypnotic
maybe because
he practiced the subtle art of conversational hypnosis
or perhaps he was a night dragon
blink-less staring into her soul
as if she where naked
and her thighs were cradled in his amorous arms

she ached to be his love slave
on her knees, she wept
a mosaic of desires
her toes adorned with inlaid rings
her tongue in flames
wanting him thick in her mouth

her ******* heaving
like a black sea
******* sticky hot
her *****
a cracked ***
leaking buttery ooze
a mindless baby doll
in a chaotic embrace

he
all mad mans grasp
she would be his butter cup and blood buffet
to be buried
feet over her head
and spread wide

seized fingers entwined
a rose of ruin
fuckarella
a dark hazel with a wandering ******

her soul
on a ferris-wheel
from heaven to hell
a ****** odyssey
endearments and bites
a blood soaked mouth
lapping up his wet crotch fruit
raving red rage burning

she
eaten and licked like blood cherries impaled
used abused
and forever
gratefully amused
beaten
sweeter than a *** at a ***** movie
waiting desolate for her demonic lover
odalisque in love