Taken By Sunrise

Standing 'lone 'fore the open windows, the sun cast over her body
The sweet sound of waves and birds for the beauty by the sea.
Breath catches in the woman's throat, fingertips moving across her back
The butterflies that touch her skin doth bring attention back.
Her heart it beats frantically within her swollen chest, pulse stammering at her throat caged like young'un meat.
Small hands so fragile hold the linen to her frame,
The wooden busk of the well-worn stays firm against her stomach.

She stumbles and wavers a moment too late, his arms be there to catch her
The clean white pallet of her shift moving in the wind.
The bare flesh she doth reveal be succulent and tender, her frame so covered, so concealed the imagination must wander.
The man who holds her kisses she, his lips like scalding water
Moving o'er her bare neck as her vision doth falter.

Icy eyes like ocean water wild behind dark lashes
Staring up at the man whose face doth enchanteth.
His lips like embers atop her skin make shivers down her spine
Pale bosom against the stays begging to be unconfined.
The way she leaned against him, cradled in his arms
A babe of sorts for he alone as she was lifted to be "Mine".
He whispered it against her throat as he placed a gentle kiss,
Sweeping her off her feet before reentering the dark abyss.

Candlelight within the room, the golden glow of sunlight
Paint a portrait of the girl n'er putting up a fight.
Body taken times before by the man that doth undo her
The leather lacing in his hands as he took away her virtue.
Golden curls around her ears, perfect on pallor flesh, his own dark hair in contrast as he presses against her hips.

The cotton risen of her shift, her body bare to he
Back be arched against the sheets begging desperately.
A muffled moan caught by lips so plump and full and rich
Succulent like candy as she tasted her favorite dish.
She'd live like this forever, being taken to his bed
His body pressed against her as he fogged her heavy head.

The throws of passion he delivered, a needy begging sound
With fists wrapped in cotton sheets as if she had been bound.
Her body bucked against him, begging him for more
But he had but delivered to his anxious, ready whore.
She was his by marriage, by heart and blood and need
Their bodies melded yet again as he filled her with his seed.