La Tigressa

La Tigressa

her eyes, wounded and angry
glare through brown filigree
the boundary 'twen her and myself
and curl my lips into a smile
she enchants in this posture
as she did when free

she stares, and she waits
arms bound o'r her head
each foot likewise to its mate

she knows that i'll break her
and though her heart insists
on ardent obstinence
as her skin raises to each kiss
she knows there will be no battle

she may fight, she may growl
but each kiss cajoles her
each soft tongue stroke excites her
as my teeth graze her soft neck
and i gently pull upon her hair
her folly of resistance is clear

i stroke her gently
carving over her pristine skin
she shudders beneath my gentle onslaught
downward, i slyly venture
surprising her as i bathe my fingers
in her sweet river
she twists beneath me
her silken skin grazes mine and shivers
no longer fearful of my skilled touch

ropes pull tight above me
her back assumes a shape parabolic
perhaps one final challenge
a desperate stand under heavy siege
but her river runs too freely now
she quakes and moans fluidly
there is no turning back for her

a final fingertip stroke unlocks her deepest well
her essential forces spill forth
pearlescent beads of sweat swirl
with the deepest wine inside her
the spoils of her vanquishing
i take my fill from her

her corded bonds creak quietly
as her statuesque form sinks
into gently throbbing bliss
but also into her captor's embrace

i know now that she's bound to me
despite her initial protest
deftly her bonds unravel at my will
and i guide her freed arms to me
though they need not be coerced

entered the roaring tigress
convinced
reduced to the purring cub