So simple a name for such ravishing beauty
Her name is Ivy
Her dark reserve and her lovely cheek surprisingly caught mine eye
For not even a fort night ago my Clavicia was laid to rest
Ivy was there at the wake
She stared unashamedly at my stature and grace
From the tips of my toes to my eyes and my face
Her face grew crimson with each glancing second
She flirted so shamelessly
I had to just thank her
And what thanks I will give I will thank her for her kind words with spice in every vowel
I will thank her for her eyes which undressed me so efficiently
I will thank her for her shimmering smile
I will thank her for her glistening breast
She met with me in my den
I had no decent idea in my mind when she arrived
Her intentions were clear from the start
She was after my flesh not caring for my heart
She removed her bodice with such ease
She paused for a moment
Go on please
She smiled and bit her lip
Would you remove this skirt from my hip?
With little consideration for her frail appearance
I ripped the skirt off and lifted her to my hips
Carrying her to my grand oak desk
My breeches disappeared with no idea where they went
She pulled at my hair and growled with no remorse
Her nails at my back begging for more
With every plunge into the dark reserves she moaned and growled
She cursed at me and it made me hotter
I jerked her up and dragged her to the floor
Her back was so smooth
I gave her her marks in return
She bucked against me and I lost all thought
What violent mess happened she had brought
When the storm subsided and her bruised physique rested
I picked her up by her hair and decided she must be bested
Throwing her to the wall and forcing her to obey
When I woke up this morning I knew it would be a great day.
She tried to claw my eyes
I struck into her surprise
Stabbing her slowly with a groan in every thrust
She should have ran home she should have not lusted
I dug in deeper with every bit of energy left
She cried out for me to stop
I would show her what thanks she deserved
I whispered in her ear Thank you my pet
She glared into me
You're not finished yet
In arousal I plunged deeper and she let out a cry
If I were to finish you
Dear, you would die
She had little life left in her mind
It didn't take long for my flesh to go and find
She lay in the floor broken and weeping
She sowed into me pleasure and pain she is reaping.
4/28/09
Darkbutterfly
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