Her mouth makes an expectant O.
His mouth opens and his tongue extends.
Her pleasure grows with each stroke
and his submission makes him
descend and descend.
When she has left him empty
with no apparent direction
and no resolution for his arousal,
then she takes his sex for her own.
There is no control more than this.
He may find release and he may not.
She may grant mercy
or she may taunt him to insanity.
He begs and she offers her cruelty.
She pleasures herself in front of him.
This is more than perfect sex or death.
She sucks all that from him.
At the edge of infinite orgasm,
he surrenders and will not release.
She smiles and makes his slavery increase.
(c)2008 Palimpsest Harlequin
Labels: Poetry by Palimpsest