"Cross That Line"

          
 YES, IT IS I, YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE
 come to run My wicked tongue around your nape 
 as you sigh and beg with tremendous want 
 your pleas for more shall be granted 
 when I say you are ready for My haunt 
          
 poison my mind with sinful thoughts 
 make me walk that line 
 between nice and naughty 
 take my body and unleash 
 all my wild fantasies 
        
 wet fiery tip trails down your spine 
 gliding to gasps of, "eat my fucking pie" 
 I spit refusal, 'not until it is time' 
 molten drool drapes inner thighs 
 you crave, quiver, cry for Me to cross that line 
 
 as the wine spins my mind 
 You relentlessly dine 
 savoring my behind 
 bringing me close to explode 
 I scream, "take me and fuck me now" 
 
 the moment has come, on knees and hands 
 with one last thrusting bifurcated lick 
 your ass now adorned with a forked brand 
 My weight suspends from the small of your back 
 as the staff which rules the night  
 enters without reprimand 
      
    
 **Salute to co-writer: flowergirl**      
        
 *June 15, 2014*