Ravaged

You didn't even get a chance to get inside that door
and you were ravaged
 
his eyes savage
with that building need
 
pinning you against the wall
paying no mind
to the greed
 
his mouth hot
with a hint of whiskey
on his breath
 
his hands
full on your breasts
snapping those buttons open
to bury himself
in the valley
 
his mouth
wasting no time
and you reaching out
to pull at his hardness
and him closer
 
his tip
colliding
with your panties,
butting up
against
the urgency
of his focused destination
 
he'd made you wet earlier
and he warned you
this might happen
and you thought of it
most of the day
stirring in your seat
and keeping eye
on the ticking clock
 
your pants are off
and he's turning you around
 
the sting
of a quick smack
drawing laughter
and your encouragement
pushing that bottom out
in request for another
 
a pleasing sting
before his relentless methods
will only make
that pussy sing
 
there is no call for patience
nor a moment to be wasted
 
with no time to spare
he's curving into you,
bare
 
feeling the mane
of that shoulder-length hair
being pulled firm
into a ponytail
for his grip
 
his fullness now
deep beyond those lips
 
his might
pushing you
cheek to cold wall
 
that wildness in his eyes
unseen
but felt
in every  
calculated thrust
 
his body
possessed in effort
to only send you
and relieve  
the heat in his loins
to that
rightful place,
where afterwards
he will bury his face
 
and take a little more time
to slide his tongue
along the guided line