a poem for sass
a poem i did for a woman i never met in response to one she did
one fine but dark evening i saw her across the way she was sitting with another man but she glanced my way such a sight breath taking and indescribable
he had his arm around her waist and her hand on his leg they where happy and they where in love for an instant
i thought for taking her from him a beautiful flower who petals i could pluck myself day in day out
ganging her mouth tying her to the bed taking her as mine and mine aloe pulling her head wiping her back and her ass
forcing my self inside her every being her muffled cries gaining speed and pitch spurring me on
she is mine no one elses again and again i hear only her muffled cry as she struggles uselessly against her binds
i have her many times in many ways my seed dripping from her womb my pride and joy smeared on her face and body
finally we collapse upon each other i marvel at her skin the marks i left in heat the burns from the rope
sadly i fade back to reality she sits there with him her eyes affixed on his a true bond none can disturb a beautiful
wonderful thing
he sees me now glancing at his woman i turn quickly and return to my drink ... i guess my dream is over for now
i could never hope to be the same man for her so it is best if i go as i stand to pay she stands too
is it what i think it it could it be