Beautiful

Beautiful he calls her...whispers of sex and delight utter from his tongue...

His lips drip for her taste... He is dangerous and unrelenting in his need of her...

He watches her frame... Taking in each time her hair sways in the breeze or her legs cross as she sits to rest...

Wanting and having are miles apart, yet he must... As a final temptation has offered itself, he cannot resist...

A button adjusted and his flame turns to fury... She has taunted him with invitation's and he agreed...

Lip's soft and gentle become sultery and full...
Breasts covered are now exposed and within his hands...
Panties torn away lie wrinkled on the floor...
His vigil of her has paid its due, for she had excepted his advances...

At least in his mind, the very act of sexual intimacy and lustful play was consuming and wicked...

But, he failed to see her lips were not pouty but quivers...
Her screams were not moans of passion... Her breasts were not giving and causing pleasure...
Her skin was clammy and her eyes full of fear...
His plaything was in terror complying to his will to complete it quickly...

The deed was done as he smiles and walks away, confident he has satisfied her...
She removes herself and cries, he had no knowledge how his cruelty had damaged her soul...

He wonders why she never retuned to work...then one dark, rainny day he see's her lying there...
Cradled in a box, the sight of a woman he'd loved but the mind and soul had escaped from her...

His thoughts, she use to be so beautiful!!!


By: RFuller 4/22/14