Black Velvet Rose: Book of Thorns

 

Turning off the hard top

Onto a lonely dirt road

Headlights shining, dimming in the darkness

As a heavy mist creeps over this deserted path.

 

A long twisting, turning

Drive to reach her destination.

A lust filled anticipation

Driving her to this sinful desire.

 

Passing glowing tombstones

And marble statues

Graveyard after graveyard she passes

Trying to reach her lover.

 

Finding the perfect overgrown,

Mist covered getaway.

She parks, rolling up the windows

And locking the doors.

 

Phone in her hand she types

‘Baby, you can call now. I am here.’

She presses send and waits

As the seconds count down.

 

Finally his text comes through

‘Calling now, baby!’

She readies herself

And pulls her pink parcel closer.

 

Finally his ring tone plays

Signaling a burning passion in her soul.

Uneven thundering heartbeats, her breathing quickens

As she wiggles in her seat.

 

His voice, Mmmm... that Arizona accent

Melts her heart and drives her insane.

A soft spoken, ‘Are you ready, baby?’

Rings like sounding bells in her ears.

 

 

‘Yes, baby!’ she replies.

His words smooth as moonshine

Prick at her every nerve

And each inch of her flesh.

 

He speaks of soft kisses

Trailing from her ear down her neck.

He kisses her lips lovingly

Gently nibbling and sucking.

 

She parts her lips eager

For his intrusion upon her mouth.

His taste, his feel

Leaves her begging for more.

 

His arms embrace her

Pulling her close.

Against his hard body

As he deepens the kiss.

 

Leaving her breathless

He departs, moving onto

Her soft breasts

And desire hardened nipple.

 

Careful attention paid to each

Making her squirm and moan.

He runs his hands down her stomach

And across her thighs.

 

Resting upon her core

Feeling her grow moist.

A soft sigh escapes her lips

As he presses into her.

 

A surge of electricity

Runs through her veins.

Her moans and sighs

Intensify with his every movement.

 

His words melt upon her core

As his tongue licks and flicks at her heart.

With every breath

His movements quicken.

 

Bringing her to pure

Ecstasy with each of his moans.

Louder and louder

As each climbs higher.

 

A mystical release

In tune for each.

A magical melding

Of hearts and souls.

 

Even through the miles

Under this misty sky.

As lovers we share our needs

Expressed in wicked unison.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2011 Black Velvet Rose.