The dark holds her close. The night air awakens her
The loud curses excite her. Screams of terror
Reverberating near and far. Women beaten and bleeding
Hidden sins sound in the night. She bites her lip slightly
Her eyes frosted with pleasure. Pleasure of dying women
Of screaming women. Of forced women
Of controlled women. She welcomes the noise
That would make most cry. No tears touch her face
She is aroused. Sensual vibrations rage through her
At each yell and scream. She rises from her rooftop perch
As the busy night gets louder. Busy with sinful pleasure
Forceful violent rape. Women pushed for pleasure
Bruised until bleeding. Hit against walls
Against car doors. Against paved and cemented alley's
Against bars of submission. She breathes heavily
Enticing her own lust. She stops
Seeing a beauty untouched. As a man begins to touch all of her
She bites her lip again. Much harder
Drawing blood. She licks her lips
Watching as the woman yells. The woman screams
The night-woman touches herself. She rubs her breasts
Her nipples begin to harden. The woman screams
As the man beats her. The woman bites the man
And the night-woman digs her nails into her breast. Her rough grasp
As the beauty begins to cry and plead. The man strips the beauty
With a cold knife. The night-woman does the same
As cold steel mixes with hot pleasure. The beauty screams
The night-woman moans at her rising desire. The man turns the naked beauty
She faces the wall. The man continues to draw blood
As the beauty screams more. The beauty drops heavy painful tears
The night-woman drops heavy euphoric sweat. The man shoves inside
Forcing the beauty to accept. he pushes inside her
Biting and pulling. The night-woman above moves ehr fingers
Inside and out rapidly. She loudly moans
Under the full moon. The beauty screams louder
As the man pushes harder. He pulsates in the beauty's shaking body
Harsher breathing. Harsher biting
Harsher cutting. Harsher screams
Harsher moans. The night-woman reachers her peak
As the beauty bleeds. Blood mixes with sweat
Mixes with pleasure. Soft cool wind
Hits three naked bodies. Pleasure with each breath and smell
Smell of sweat. Smell of blood
Smell of lust. The beauty cries and bleeds
Almost a lifeless corpse. The man smiles
And enters her again. The beauty no longer struggles
As the man licks the soft skin. Enjoying the taste of her blood and sweat
The Night-woman smirks. The man pulsating with lust
The beauty turns submissive. The beauty softly says in the man's ear
"Be my slow coffin." She clutches his skin
Pulsating in her he moves softly. He groans
As the beauty bites and claws his skin. They both enjoy it
They both crave it. They both lust for it
They need it. He continues to thrust
She continues to moan. The night-woman desperately doing the same
Pleasing her already sweat-drenched body. The beauty feels intense joy
As orgasm mixes with her blood. He cuts on her more
Thrilled by her pain. Cutting thrusting, biting, moaning
The beauty's life hangs on a thread. The soft harsh breath
Mixes in air of burning lust nearing an end. The end burns in her
Wit these final words. Her body fades
Joining the lifeless throng. His throng of love
The man kisses her. Before the breeze of death touches her
The beauty kisses back. Love passes through them
The beauty dies. He breaths in the smell
Of her cold dead body. The night-woman above cries in orgasm
Fully pleased by pailful love and warm death. The night-woman drops
Lets herself fall. She lands on the man
And he screams in pain. She smiles
And straps him to the wall. The broken man
Is now joining his own throng of dead. He clutches on to the beauty's dress
The night-woman takes it from him. Holds it to her mouth
She breathes in the beauty's life. Intoxicated by the exchange of lust, pain, death
The man goes numb. The night-woman beats the man
The both get pleasure from it. He leans close and says
"Lust breathes in my bones." She smiles and thrusts against him
As their bodies scream in sexual pleasure. As orgasmic heights come
The an dies. Breathing in the night-woman's fresh sin
And he dies with a smiling soul. She lifts a cold blade
And leaves an ending scar. The wings and head of a crow
Carved in her. With the soft smooth words
"There must be a sign on my head that says
Love Me Dead."
Renevatio "Black Poet NFS" Sleepy
- 16 years, 1 month, 10 days ago
