Sadistic Foreplay

Thru the torrent storms of nails,

It fought hard not to tear;

To give:

To fold to whims of torture.

Every line rising at the touch,

Red, raw, but unyielding;

It will not give!!!

Deeper in they dig,

Taunting, tempting action

The betrayer leaks its blasphemy,

Chipping at the will:

The windows cloud.

More she dives into her own,

Her Mind swims,

Reactions taken from the will,

As it loses ground:

But still it fights.

Deeper into the flesh he digs,

Body twists,

Mouth opens;

Words lost to the path.

They swirl back upon themselves,

Sliding into the abyss,

Clouded windows drip.

Tainting the will with his attack;

Relentlessly, he pulls.

Allowing nothing between him and his prize;

He strikes.

Again and again he pours his will,

Reactions pulled.

The body obeys.

Unable to resist,

The will breaks,

The skin tears,

And she falls to his pleasures.

A captive of her own needs,

He fights to set her free,

That which she fears most:

Her own desires.