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Coveted Flesh

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Ultra-Violet lights sway across the dance floor.

As the industrial music roared.
As humans of every age, danced and swayed.
As the D.J. shouted his every play.

Leaning against the bar, he observed the crowd.
As he found himself on the prowl.
Ocean orbs peer over darkened shades.
As a smirk forms upon pallid lips.
For his stare to be stolen by the sway of her hips.
Ebony locks curl to her waist, as orbs of obsidian stare back in place.
His stare so familiar, as his tongue traced over his lips.
A look of lust enflamed him, as he chewed on his bottom lip.
Eyeing her bared, milky white toned thighs.
As the velvet of her skirt, rose with her every step.

Circling his index finger about the mouth of his glass.
Shapely brows rose, as he stared at her ass.
Admiring the sight, he disposed of his drink.
Sitting it upon the bar, with a “tink.”
A sinister grin formed upon his lips.
As he approached, only to grip her by the hips.

Turning her about, their gaze met.
As her hand rose to trace her index finger along the cleft of his chin.
Smiling to her, his hand dropped to caress her right thigh.
As he leant forward, she could see through his disguise.
Brushing his lips atop her own, he whispered his plans.
Of making her, his own.
Circling her waist with his arm, he totally caught her off guard.

Turning he and she toward the door.
His thoughts to have her everyway, even on the floor.
Lost within the scent of her flesh,
He knew sexual ventures would be well spent.
Curling her fingers about his raven locks.
Mesmerized by the way he talks.

Lost within his deep brown gaze.
Would she ever wake from this lustful haze?
Closing her eyes, he lead her to temptation.
Luring her into the shadows, time seemed to come to a stand still.
As her eyes open, sheets of crimson silk, laid before them.
Seated upon his knees, he sat shirt open.
Leaning her back against the silken sheets.
He works her thighs apart with ease.

His finger-tips soft as rose petals, tear at the fabric of her dress.
Tearing it at the seems, leaving it in shreds.
Crushing her body to his own, his hands travel to the unknown.
Caressing, fondling, every supple curve of her flesh.
Remembering the deed that plays out in his head.
Kissing at her throat, he works himself between her thighs.
Tantalizing her delicate flesh, with the touch he provides.

Drawing a dagger from what appears thin air.
He traces the blade along the the patch of ebon` hair.
Grinning he guides himself deep within.
Watching her moan and squirm below him.
Cupping her breast, her suckles the flesh.
As he traces the dagger up her chest.

Flashes of every fantasy plays in her mind.
As she loses all trace of time.
Placing the dagger at their side.
As he thrusts himself deeper inside.
Tossing her head to and fro, raven locks become a muss.
As his hands move to grip her hips, in a fit he bucks.
Working to give her one hell of a fuck.

Crying in pleasure, as her body tenses.
The smell of sex, overwhelms her senses.
As he pounds her harder, she is worked to release.
As she screams out his given name, "Lucifer".
Clutching to his shoulders, she opens her eyes.
Staring him down, even through his lies.

Rolling him over onto his back, straddling his hips, just like that.
Grinding and rocking her hips do move.
Milking his shaft of all his juice.
Closing his eyes he groans in suspense.
Gripping hold of her curvaceous hips.
Deepening his thrusts with the rise of his hips.

In a loud moan, his body tenses.
As his prick throbs and twitches.
In a low feral growl, he explodes deep within.
Shooting spurt after spurt of his hot essence.
Licking her lips, her body does quiver.
As her crevice tenses around his member.
Her body quakes as she orgasms once more.
Drenching his shaft in her juices even more.

Collapsing atop his chest, she whimpers already in a deep sleep.
As he wraps his arms about her, whispering "So sweet".
Tracing his hands down her slender form.
Deciding she'd be better as his own whore.
Snatching the dagger, he carved a pentagram into her flesh.
A mark no one else could see but him and his hound Cerberus.

Laying at her side, he humored his thoughts.
For she could never leave, this hiding spot.
Beneath the world, out of heaven's sight.
Where he reigns, for now, and all time.

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Written December 14th, 2004

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