The Midnight Marauder

In midnight’s quiet hour, she lies at rest, body aching unable to sleep, the air musky with desire,  Cool sheets wrapped around her breast, like a snake slithering around her, coiling her and wrapping her nakedness, she moves slowly, sensually feeling the soft fabric tickle her skin drifting in and out of sleep.

The room is still, no breeze to stir, quiet enough to hear the clock beating , tick tock tick tock, O how she loves the sound of a big clock beating, but unaware something wicked draws to her.

A daring thief comes through her window, his hunger for her insatiable as his sight carries towards her like the whispered wind,
Silently he glides in close, unheard, unseen
His eyes upon her tender skin, the nakedness he dreams to feel with lips poised to taste her as she turns to reveal and softly he begins to sin.

He dances past her outstretched arm, gentle brushing himself up against her, his eyes fixated on her, his lust grows thick as he gets ready to let her feel his long hard prick, stealthy stepping careful not to draw alarm, his eagerness grows hard but no hint of harm.

Beneath her hair he moves, along her neck,
He trails his kisses, speck by speck, she moves and curls the dance and he caresses her body without the romance.

A little forward one might say, he took advantage as there she lay, moving and tossing turning with sway , little did she know he was here to stay, her hand moving in a trance while she fought off his forceful advance, no, don't, go away, persistent he was til the end of day.

She sighs softly as he violates her, her legs move half-dreaming, unaware in her sacred place, the bold intruder resting quietly near her secret space, the prowler see's sleep fall upon her face, here's his chance her dreams erase.

Opportunity is his and the time arouses, she lay there naked without no trousers, he began slipping in, quickly deflowers,  he dares and deeper he enters, lightly but sweet, to sip his prize from hands to feet,  she couldn't deny.

Oh, cruel delight, his thirst he’ll sate for violation was this young girls fate, he saw she was heavy upon her sleep, he tasted her from head to feet, leaving her strung as she lay but never hate or in the day, a phantom lover’s mark he leaves,as she moves and pants her body heaves, the intruder all hard and silent he excitedly retrieves, his done doing the dirty deeds indeed.

When morning breaks and sleep has fled,
She feels his trace was in her bed , her body covered by his cruel kind, confusing thoughts now fill her mind, he left something on her im sure she will find,trying to recount her mind rewinds .

smiling slyly he had his way, what more is there to really say, he came in hard she was his prey , that maurading mosquito flew away, She wonders if he’ll soon return at night , this time she will put up a fight!