black oblivion

Awakening to midnight
the night is dead
hours are nameless
I find I am not alone
I sense it in the black oblivion
the ever deathly presence  
sencing my sins are
craving a shadows touch
as if in a dream
I have no control
letting darkness flow
along my skin
lifting and Pinning me
against the wall
running its nails
up my legs
slicing into my skin
softy bleeding
parting my thighs
exposing my lust
to its devouring
luminous and cold eyes
tightening against its grip
tongue going deep
teeth teasing my clit
right about to gush
it rises taking my breath
entering me liquefied and hard
flesh quivering and twitching  
against the black velvet restraints
Suddenly claiming my throat
caught between pleasure and pain
consuming its self in me
I black out