ODALISQUE

 
she called him
Mr hypnotic
maybe because
he practiced the subtle art of conversational hypnosis
or perhaps he was a night dragon
blink-less staring into her soul
as if she where naked
and her thighs where cradled in his amorous arms
 
she ached to be his love slave
on her knees she wept
a mosaic of desires
her toes adorned with inlaid rings
her tongue in flames
wanting him thick in her mouth
 
her breasts heaving
like a black sea
nipples sticky hot
her vulva
a cracked pot
leaking buttery ooze
a mindless baby doll
in a chaotic embrace
 
he
all mad mans grasp
she would be his butter cup and blood buffet
to be buried
feet over her head
and spread wide
 
seized fingers entwined
a rose of ruin
fuckarella
a dark hazel with a wandering uterus
 
her soul
on a ferris-wheel
from heaven to hell
a sexual odyssey
endearments and bites
a blood soaked mouth
lapping up his wet crotch fruit
raving red rage burning
 
she
eaten and licked like blood cherries impaled
used abused
and forever
gratefully amused
beaten
sweeter then a fag at a snuff movie
waiting desolate for her demonic lover
odalisque in love

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ODALISQUE
SEX SLAVE