Allegory in the Park

Strong, sturdy tree...thick trunk webbed with veins, a phallic monolith saluting the sky, filled with white sap, juice of the heavens, a tribute to nature's virility.

Beneath flowering branches, cradled by the shade, you are astride me...taut tendons and powerful thighs flank me. I am manacled by your muscular frame, confined by your weight. Goose bumps on my soft, timorous flesh, exposure to the elements or a foreboding...

Fabric that once was a protective cover now in tatters. Grabbing each mound as if it were an object to be possessed, a pirate claiming your bounty, my breasts the treasure, nipples made of rubies. Then searching, with hands between my legs, for the prized chalice. Covered with silken fleece, this goblet, a cup to fill with wine of your passion.

Fingers penetrate through outer folds, exploring the wet interior. Intoxicated by control, you are the ruler of my body. A mutineer enjoying the spoils, whose victory cannot be denied, confirmed by your ever-growing hardness.

Undoing your belt with rapid efficiency, you tie my hands, a symbolic gesture of conquest-a butterfly whose wings are now pinned. In this game of will, I must surrender.

With one violent, savage thrust, your sword enters the scabbard. Savoring your reward, with incantations of obscenities to enrich the defilement, then slowly and deliberately plunging deeper into the abyss, each powerful stroke a constant reminder of your dominion.