Passionate Demise

It's my turn, to be with him
As many had before.
His charm and words played with my mind,
With my Yoni.
Hands and feet tied before I knew it.
His hand-made bed,
Was a dirty mattress in his shed.
As he cuts off my clothes,
He kisses me and lovingly gags my mouth.
Fear makes my lips moist.
I want to fuck him now.

He takes off his clothes and folds them neatly.
His cock is soft and limp,
Until he makes his only slit.
Blood filled vein throbbing now and ready.
He slowly slips himself in.
Beginning to thrust with all his passion.
Moaning as I squirt on him.
Grinding harder, the wetter my pussy gets.
I don't want him to stop.
He looks in to my eyes to show his love.
Life is running out.
I watch him cum passionately.
Its the last thing I see.
My orgasmic song won't be heard.
My best lover has killed me.