She Liked to Ride ©
A fine mist of sweat covered
Dark and dangerous curves and
Trickled slowly down her
Arched back.
Slick like oil
She moved –
A carnal machine
Up & down
Back & forth
Her hips rolling in revolutions,
Centered above her latest prey
Who lay transfixed.
Helpless to stop the progression,
He could only hold on
As her grip tightened
And pleasure turned to pain.
Grasping for breath
There was no fight left,
As his neck snapped.
Her screams and shutters were witnessed by
Lifeless eyes.
She collapsed
Hunger sated for a time but,
She liked to ride
And this would surely not be her last.
Be always safe,
Karen