Dark Angel

by willowdot21

photo credits google images

I can see him in the dark I can see him watching me. He is pissed and he is angry he furious with me.

There he stands the dark angel, planing how next to torture me he is cruel and he is clever he has so many tools to use on me.

He can make me beg for mercy he can make me scream for pain he finds out how to take me so near then just knock me back again.

Knowingly he can touch me where the fire burns the most, drawing and drawing until I implore for sating  then he kicks me to the floor.

He can lift me his hands in my sweet places, rest me on his joyous gift  then as ecstasy is in reach  toss me off as so much shrift.

He can leave me wet and breathless crying out for sweet relief  he can drag me down to places that are so far from your belief. I am open wide to him but he does not care he will make me beg and pleased for it and then just rape me with his stare.

Here he comes the dark angel a smile upon his face he drags me across the floor strips me naked pulls me wide open, then displays me to the world to my disgrace.

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