How Dare You ...
How dare you look at me the way you do, with wide, gleaming eyes filled with wantoness and shadowed dark with subtle beckoning.
How dare you move the way you do, all smooth muscle and taut sinew.
How dare you lure my senses, smelling of sweet earth, rain and cloves.
How dare you make me hunger, with bitten, bruised lips, placing the taste of your need into my mouth.
How dare you bind and gird yourself with metal and leather, making soft unyeilding flesh swell and strain within it's confines.
How dare you offer yourself to me, like a jewel laid upon a velvet cloth, the radiant essence of your loins, spilling forth like treasure from it's coffers.
How dare you think that I control you, take you, possess you. When it is you who overpowers me, wielding your body like a weapon, weakening me and in your final stroke bringing me to my knees.
