Foreplay by bobmarks

This poem is an entry in the Blue Room ‘Foreplay’ Competition it has to include four pre set words and be entitled ‘Foreplay’….

Set words are Tattoo, Black, Coffee, Chains…. this is my entry…

Foreplay

The evening had been strange,
and the coffee had tasted sour,
she had not shown as arranged,
so I had waited just an hour.

It was when I came to leave,
I knew that some was not right,
as my steps began to weave,
then it hit me from the night.

Lost I was, hours, head reeling,
then my eyes, so slow to peep,
I could barely see the ceiling,
then I heard a sound so deep.

Sound so cold, it chilled my veins,
I had to leave this dreaded tomb,
then to found I was in chains,
bonded within this black womb.

A door it opened creaking back,
I dare not look, but had to see,
there she stood, staring back,
licked her lips, smiled at me.

The tattoo on her arms, so red,
like blood was spattered there,
me unlocked and off was led,
to a room that held one chair.

Sat me down, walked around,
as thought my end was nigh,
then on knees, upon the ground,
so she parted, then my thigh.

Limp from the fear within,
she took me in her hand,
tongue so pink, face a grin,
she licked around my gland.

Even though, racked in ache,
the body enjoyed the ardour,
the liberties, that she did take,
blood forced the head harder.

My hands found tied at back,
but in her mouth I was lost,
her hands taking up the slack,
I wanted deeper at any cost.

My back strained, pushing for,
my shaft now completely in,
she moving fast upon the floor,
her face wreathed in a grin.

I prayed that I was pleasing her,
then she might just set me free,
but her face had turned to fur,
she so bit and emasculated me.

A scream leapt from my throat,
for the pleasure, I had to pay,
she sat, watched, there to gloat,
as I my life blood ebbed away.