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A Woman Named Sin
Tightly fitted
The perfect dress
Black and short
Her figure
So tempting
So inviting
Her body language
Begging for me
To touch her
To run my fingers
Through her fiery blaze
That others would call hair
Lips ruby red
Speaking a name
My name
And my lungs stop working
My heart skips beats
As she places one long leg
In front of the other
Moving towards someone
Someone in my direction
Could it be? Me?
Her heels tall but
Make no noise
Everyone dressed
In their best attire
While I wear jeans and a tank top
So why would she move towards me?
I blinked and she was inches away
I froze in fear while she froze in
Confidence;
She place her finger on my lips
Although I was not speaking
She ran it down my neck
To the right and down my arm
She took my hand and led me upstairs
Into the closest room she pushed me
On the bed, and removed her dress
In a swift motion only to reveal
The black bra and lace panties
That seem to reflect off of her snow skin
She placed one leg on the bed
And began to crawl on top of me
Kissing my neck and biting my clothes
Ripping my tank top; the jagged fabric
She tore it off of me and bit my breast
It hurt at first but I couldn't refuse
The pain was too pleasurable
When the red dripped down my tete
I took my hand and gripped her hair
I moaned with excitement
And she licked the red liquid from my chest
Then continued downwards
Removing my pants slowly; tauntingly
With blood still smeared in the corner of her mouth
"God, just fuck me already!"
I holler "fuck me until I can't breathe"
"okay" she took her bloody tongue
Entered me with it
"Uh, Uh please! Oh god!"
She pushed her fingers inside
"ouch!"
But she continued anyway
"Oh, yes, yes harder"
I bit my lip
Trying not to scream
So many people were outside the door
People entered the room but I didn't want
Her to stop! I want the pleasure and the pain
I ripped the sheets but it wasn't enough
So I clawed her back and she cried
But continued
We were performers then
But I didn't care
Because I was the main event
And we didn't disappoint
The perfect dress
Black and short
Her figure
So tempting
So inviting
Her body language
Begging for me
To touch her
To run my fingers
Through her fiery blaze
That others would call hair
Lips ruby red
Speaking a name
My name
And my lungs stop working
My heart skips beats
As she places one long leg
In front of the other
Moving towards someone
Someone in my direction
Could it be? Me?
Her heels tall but
Make no noise
Everyone dressed
In their best attire
While I wear jeans and a tank top
So why would she move towards me?
I blinked and she was inches away
I froze in fear while she froze in
Confidence;
She place her finger on my lips
Although I was not speaking
She ran it down my neck
To the right and down my arm
She took my hand and led me upstairs
Into the closest room she pushed me
On the bed, and removed her dress
In a swift motion only to reveal
The black bra and lace panties
That seem to reflect off of her snow skin
She placed one leg on the bed
And began to crawl on top of me
Kissing my neck and biting my clothes
Ripping my tank top; the jagged fabric
She tore it off of me and bit my breast
It hurt at first but I couldn't refuse
The pain was too pleasurable
When the red dripped down my tete
I took my hand and gripped her hair
I moaned with excitement
And she licked the red liquid from my chest
Then continued downwards
Removing my pants slowly; tauntingly
With blood still smeared in the corner of her mouth
"God, just fuck me already!"
I holler "fuck me until I can't breathe"
"okay" she took her bloody tongue
Entered me with it
"Uh, Uh please! Oh god!"
She pushed her fingers inside
"ouch!"
But she continued anyway
"Oh, yes, yes harder"
I bit my lip
Trying not to scream
So many people were outside the door
People entered the room but I didn't want
Her to stop! I want the pleasure and the pain
I ripped the sheets but it wasn't enough
So I clawed her back and she cried
But continued
We were performers then
But I didn't care
Because I was the main event
And we didn't disappoint
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