V-Day

Tied by straps,
stripped of clothes.
I taste her lips,
and my hunger grows.

My sight was taken,
I was a bit alarm.
There was a chill of fear,
But her flesh kept me warm.
Soft. Supple. Wet.
Hot. Passion. Sweat.

She drained me,
swallowed me whole.
With her pressure
now upon my chest.
She says,
now taste my soul.

A taste of heaven,
now upon my tongue.
Dripping wet,
from my angels c...