Comfort feels alien Ian lost from that place I hold my heart But not in body My thoughts spin out to space I cry God Sing him loud And I find my breathe like a breeze I surrender to God Give him self will And all fear Soon I know I find peace
I felt his hardness in the very center of me Was not allowed the luxury of sound No moan, no shudder, no release from all the pressure rising I felt like a balloon with too much air And his hand, around my throat, like I was hanging from the gallows My feet were curled and trying to climb the sheets Eyes bulging and pleading I would die or cum One hard thrust and yes! He was filling me I was pulsing around him And finally he said speak "thank you Sir, I love you.
He poured into me With desperate rhythm of yearning and breath Sweet pleasure then pain and back again He commanded, and so I hung on like death "Say my name little girl." "and yes please must be your response" He smelt of sin and sweat and terrified me I hated him, then loved him at once