Becoming His - Pt. 01

Becoming His -- Part 1
Author's note: All characters in this poem are 18 years of age or older, much older.

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In bed
Covers to her chin
Naked beneath
save favorite panties
Ache concealed
A mother
Not touched that way now
Alone in her darkened bedroom
In a home quiet with the pulse of others asleep

Flickering images
Play on her little screen
when she wants real
Plastic and words
where she craves living warmth
Needs to be held in wordless communion
To be beauty appreciated
Flesh taken
and again
and a gap in clouds
Moonlight invades
She gasps
He's standing feet away
Watching
His swift approach freezes
too late
too close
Captured in iron grip

Shhhh
little bird

He moves her hands above her head
Makes her grasp the pillow

Don't let go

Calm
Immovable
Dark eyes pinning her
He pulls covers back
Exposed trembling
Savors rich scents
Flavors of fear and arousal
Her eyes dart
Panicked
Captured again in his gaze
Air licked nipples stiffen to his stare
Her back arches unbidden
Traitorous tit tips stand
Bold
Seen again
Presenting woman's breasts like horny teen tits
They know
She craves what he is
He touches the side of her face
Rough caressing silken smooth
Traces her jawline
Closes on her neck with both hands
Stone grip without squeeze
Pausing
Measuring
Releasing
Glide to yearning breasts
roll waiting buds
tug
them
squeeze them
lower still

...no...
Desperately whispered
Once
Sounding like
...yes...

Last covers
Final shroud pulled away
modesty rebuffed
Powerless against possession
Exploration
Pelvic ridges and valley between
Fondled
Hips and legs and inside her knees
She rises on swells from within
Timidly calmed on incoming tide
Legs fall open in soft submission
Unveil longings forgotten
At her age
Sinful
Wickedness of a girl spellbound in forbidden pleasures
The soothing attention of an older man
Touching private places
of exotic sensations and desires
Innocence taken
and surrendered
Gratefully
He's heat drawn
To where delicates conceal salacious secretion
Fingers press gossamer fabric into slippery little slit
Needing
More
Her hips rise for panties whisked away
He shrugs his shirt
and pants
Bends to lower briefs
Rises man straight
Cock straight
Luring her wet tongue from parting lips
His hand settles onto her chest
Covering her heart
Stopping her

You're not mine
Yet

Under his hand
skin glows
His other cups her sex
Glistening lips kiss manly fingers
Draw them into slicker regions
Need them
inside
(silently gasped...yes
Just so
In me...)
Her heart racing
Gazelle wild

Her squirming desperation
Pulls him
Deeper
Into magic
...yes...
Wriggling onto him in shameless yielding
Pushing her g-spot against beckoning fingers
Curling to stroke
Pulsing
Metronome for thumb and clit swirling
Song long unheard
Body untouched
Found again in musician's hands

He plays

Overture of her music
Background chorus of whispered gasps
She bends to artist's touch
Alive
on fingers feverish
Heart beneath his other hand
Beating wild
Rising

Not yet

Hands swing to clutch his wrist
Pull herself onto him
Artist's hand between squeezing legs
Ever playing
Faster than her fleeing heart
Woman whimpering
Afraid
of need so deep

Not yet

Hungrily she grips his arm
Desperately
Straining in her body begging
Forced beyond her limits
Until finally
Brutishly
He crushes clit to g spot in pincher grip
She wails
He whispers

Fly...

Her cunt ignites
She cries torn in crescendo eruption
Fledged on concussive waves
Escaped from who she was
Wildly free
Riding
Higher
and higher
and
weightless bliss

Woman's sweetest song into skies above

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Peacefully adrift
Her eyes open
He's dressed
watching
She reaches
Desperate to please before He's gone
He extends a collar
Black
with gold ring for leash or chain
Stark finery for cherished
She bows her head
leans forward to accept adornment
He buckles his gift around her neck
She breathes security
His treasure
wearing the first of her special ensemble

Becoming His