Pastor Anderson

Touching her beautiful face
With his agricultural hands
Grabbing her just done hair
With manly aggression

probing her soft ripe lips
With freakish obsession
Squeezing her submissive throat
With a lack of suppression

Kneeling her in front of him
With stern direction
No vocals
Jus gesticulative correction

The night’s darkness shed light on his game
Just another lover, with no name
Bounded hands and wrists
At that perfect spot for his usual tryst

Lips caressing lips
Legs between legs and palms on hips
He loves the bruises of her skin
Some light, some deep within