He Fell...

For his love he fell from grace

Just to have a chance to taste

From the chalice of loves desire

A sip of that burning fire

That alights a breast and makes one gasp

As hand to hand, fingers will clasp

While skin to skin two sinners may merge

Their moaning drowning out redemption's dirge

Straining to forget, hoping their passion will purge

That fall from heaven, the leap he took

The day he saw her blood splatter on the book

He could not fulfill his duties call

His blade from his hand did fall

Then he followed, plummeting to the earth

All for the hope of love’s worth

Shelter from Your Rain

Lately I find myself thinking about what we could’ve been

If you had just loved me, like I loved you then

The sweetness that would tie us together like a kiss

Does it ever cross your mind, the moments we have missed?

How that instead of anger, our lives could have had tenderness

It never leaves my thoughts, what we together could’ve been

As I begin to understand, I don’t want to try again

Like moonlight that dances on the lake, you will forever be just beyond my reach

Never allowing my hands to hold you, never wanting what my heart could teach

I’m tired of chasing moonbeams that fade when the dawn breaks

Like will-o-the wisps your love fades when the sunlight wakes

Enough, I have given you enough of my tears, of my heart

I release myself from the vows we took, let sadness from me part

Turning away from your heart of stone before mine turns into the same

I’m trading in your storming clouds and finding shelter from your rain

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Thoughts of you wrap their fingers in my hair

I feel your lips caress my neck

As I wait in anticipation of your hands

Grasping my hips and pulling

Me closer, pushing

Into me as I sigh out

Your name

It flows from my tongue

Like water to your soul

As you drink

Me in

Ridden

I take the belt from around his waist

Wrapping it around his neck in haste

Straddling his frame as I pull the leather tight

“Don’t worry my pretty bitch, you’re getting ridden right.”

Bucking and swaying in rhythm to my need

His hardness is a feast on which I feed

Yanking on the leather wrapped in my fingers

I bite his lip, droplets of blood linger

Salted sweat drips from my breast

I moan aloud as a wave of pleasure crests

I relax my hold on the belt and lean in

Tasting his dark chocolate skin

He thrusts into me, so I tighten my hold and demand

“Be still sugar, your pleasure is not in the plan.”

With the length of the belt I strike him across the face

“That’s discipline darling boy; How does it taste?”

Slamming my hips down I twist the leather tight

“Move again and that will be the last you feel tonight.”

He gasps in a mixture of pain and trust

As my hips slide up and down his statement of lust

Climaxing, I growl out in release

Collapsing against him, my need momentarily at peace