The room goes dark
Its time to play
Bewildered look on
Her face
Glowing by the sheen
From candles lit
Let the games begin
A dark voice says
Sweat builds on her brow
Like a tear drop
No sadness here
She awaits in anticipation
Her body is tense
Ropes, whips and chains
Hanging on the walls
Will we be used today
Takes hold of the ropes
Ties her to four posts
Attached to a bed
Dressed in silk clothes
So soft where she lies
He covers her eyes
Field of view obstructed
Heightened senses
Like a cave underwater
No life expected
Her ears come to life
Tingling with slow breathes
From his
cold mouth
Frozen lips
Icy tongue
She gasps for air
Her body bare
First time playing
He isn't easy
On her
A big smile forms
No serenity
Pleasure is torture
She wants more
Craves deep within
No whips
No chains
Nothing more than
Hot and Cold hands
His Toy
Moving across her body
Up and Down
Exploring her map
Over the hills
Through the valleys
From chest to navel
Mouth to Mouth
She licks her lips
In slow motions
Like a fan
oscillating
He tastes so good
So much emotion
The smell of leather
In the air
Takes a deep breathe as
He rubs the ice
Down the Hills
Is it too hot?
Is it too cold?
Her brain can't function
What is this?
is it Pleasure?
Is it pain?
She wants to learn
His tender touch
Is it love?
Is it hate?
Is it passion?
Confused reaction
Please stop!
No, keep going
What to do?
What to say?
She says nothing
She has escaped
Into the confines of
Her mind distressed
Obsessed
She is fully obliged
To Him
Mouth to lips
Passion fruit
Cant move
She comes undone
Her body contorts
Hair stands
Like trees in the forest
Goosebumps
What has happened?
She'll never tell
Forever changed
Her body fell
Into his arms
Her Dark Tormentor
JM 10/4/16
A poetic story. Part 1 of a series. More to come.
