Dance with the Devil
Was it a dance with the Devil I purposefully sought?
Was that the excuse for my school girl attire?
Did I assume I could choreograph your kisses?
Did I expect to provoke your possessive touch?
Did I anticipate submission to your demands?
My goal to tease and seduce was but a prelude,
To my capitulation to your every command.
I became the young girl within my charade.
I desired only to tantalize not yield to your wants.
I underestimated your mastery of nuance and touch.
Within your scripted role,
You gallantly offered an escort outside.
The perfect gentleman…
Should I have suspected the intent?
Should I have sensed the danger?
Your gaming began gently enough.
Your hands briefly touched beneath my skirt
You fingers outlined the waist of my stockings.
Your lips lingered upon mine.
Resistance of your explorations was futile.
You casually pushed my stockings beyond my joy.
Your tongue played within my folds,
I was unable to deny you or myself – I was already conquered.
I embraced your manipulation of my mind and body
I was wanton in my need of your touch.
You spun me about and pressed your body upon mine
I was wedged between the car and your need.
You murmured your intentions as you fondled
I heard the whisper of your zipper.
Then felt only you as you thrust your craving into mine.
You took that which I was uncertain I offered
You immobilized me with your grip upon my nape
Your penetration assured by your grasp upon my hips
I could manage only please, please, yes and more
I became the manifestation of your desire.
No longer two but one
As I danced with the devil in the pale moonlight
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