He speaks and she’s transfixed.
The lint and tone of his voice,
Deep resonating, vibrating something deep inside her
Transfixed, listening to the music of his accented rhetoric,
She stays and listens .
Even as her mind screams denial ,
But before she can acknowledge the threat
He is touching her,
And his smooth large hands are doing things,
That send thoughts skittering across the room,
Like so much discarded ammunition for the weapon that was her witt.
She’s lost in the sensation as soft moist lips envelope her mouth,
Robbing her of her breath,
And her will to get away.
Deep kisses like a mini invasion of her whole self,
She is helpless, tied up with bonds made of words,
And sedated by drugs made of friction and heat.
And before it even registers fully to her intoxicated brain he is inside he,r
Beneath her, around her.
His hands on her hips
Guiding the glide of bodies colliding
Spectacularly smashing into ecstasy
And in the moment before
That small still before gale force winds rip apart her conscious mind,
Her instincts scream at her.
“Get out now, don’t let him, don’t take him, stop”
But she is powerless, to revolt
Before the tide of her own body’s betrayal .
Shattering above him, around him, for him .
Crumpling down like a marionette for him
And for her trouble he smiles and sets her down gently
Before he turns away
His power cemented in her mind, on her core, on her lips,
As surely as she reeks of his essence among his silk sheets.