Fist

She wore moonlight for lingerie,
Her desires, clearer than crystal
Stars shine on her, like crochet,
As down to her knees, she fell.

Beauty she carried, in the form of scars,
Wounds to her, were like medicine
Fire on her mind, lighted like a cigar,
Losing everything is how she choose to win.

Her needs, often hit her like an invulnerable tide
Intoxicating to her were his eyes, far beyond alcohol
Yearning for pain, she desperately cried,
All her dreams, were just to be his personal doll.

A pretty smile slowly took over her face,
As familiar footsteps struck her eardrum
Her heart jumped and started to race,
As her hands slowly, went numb.

He clenched his fist, looking directly at her,
Testing out her limits, his favourite game
She took a deep breath as her thoughts went blur,
To him truly did belong, this dame.

His touch became her source of enchantment,
the joy of pain slowly, took over her mind
Bathed totally, in tears of contentment,
Her true solace, in him she did find.