Dark Sex In The Light Of Day

 

You were perfect in your Sunday

hairspray still lingering in my nostrils

push up bra tight, etching your skin

french cut face, folds devouring the lace

mascara smeared, I made you sweat

you came to me still dripping and wet

the devil in your night had filled your day

for now there’s no one left to kneel and pray

 

You disrobed in front of my eyes showing me

your pleasures of the night, your scars

trophies of conquest, bore on your flesh

ripe for the taking, your bosom plainly bruised

tattered and torn, your legs spread forlorn

you laid back open and inviting wanting to be used

I examined your depths and surmised a dark rim

tearing the remaining lace, leaving you in sin...