sheet music

 
My shirt no match for his expert musican hands.
He lifts up my shirt after asking politely.
As his hands roam my body they find their placement on my breasts.
I am his instrument of choice today.
Finding the chord as he tweaks my nipples to finely tune my strings.
He makes his way down to my mound,
Striking his first chord and adding vibrato to all the right notes.
As he gently parts my lips to show me his silver tongues talent
I wither  underneath his touch
I let out a sigh,
I place my fingertips on his head into me
to make this a rapid crescendo 
Letting him take in my never before touched organ.
He makes his way up to my ear, he
whispers sweet nothings and steals a kiss from my aching lips
Our tongues have danced many numbers,
But none like this one.
Cruel yet fullfilling
My buds have never felt more alive sliding past his.
I can taste myself.
I taste of lust filled honey.
He removes his clothing without skipping a beat.
What cruel clothing, the damn barrier, to all things dolce.
Him, 
This foul mouth song waiting to be played
My hands roam his ever perfect body
The ripples in his abdomen 
make for a perfect wash board
I wrap my hands around his erect manhood 
Waiting to spit its poison
I want to taste him
I need to taste him,
The destroyer of my 18 yr old will power
The smooth muscle hits the back of my throat
A gag, in all its power, has never brought such bliss
The drum inside wont stop pounding against my chest
The beat resonates to my ears filling them with a steady tempo
The moments here 
I nod to give him his cue,
and just like that the devils symphony takes over.
The essence of my purity
broken with one single stroke
I bleed red.
His thrust deep and slow
He hovers over me for only a split second,
never looking into my eyes .
He lets me mold around him
Once again he bites my neck 
His breath cools the very spot that has be burning.
The deeper he goes the more he lingers before his next charge
His hands contaminating every part of my canvas
Like an iron rod inside me
His member full of bloody passion aching for release.
He over powers my weak attempt to take control.
He flips me around with such strength 
Tugging my hair as if he were steering a mare
I grind my womanhood back on to his work of art
Glistening with my fluids
Red from my broken seam
Red with his artistic strokes
Painting a battle with my sweat, blood and moans
He takes me at his will 
Bruising my shoulders and back with his clenching teeth on my skin
Groping me wherever his hands may lay 
He bends over to kiss my cheek and whisper the dirty chorus in my ear.
The music he makes with his skin and mine
From andante to allegro, from pianissimo to double forte
and just the right formatta,
His grunts and groans filled with my earth shattering vocals
I pull him in
I feel our climax arriving
I want to feel his throbbing cock unleash sweet sins seed inside me.
We throw our heads back in fin
As waves of ecstasy fll my entity
I open my eyes
I've come to my senses
He's killed my innocence
Me, 
I, 
Just another whore in his long list of conquests
I now realize as he gets up to leave 
I was never more than a simple sheet of music
Written all wrong and left to be forgotten