In between the Holidays

Sitting there alone only a drink to hold your hands around.  Young pup led by a bone, comes up and sniffs, looking for a home.  A sad line, used too frequent, serves as invitation and irritant. “If your left leg was Thanksgiving and your right leg was Christmas could I visit you between the holidays?”   My duty, my call, is to rescue you from it all. 

I walk up behind and lay my hand upon your skin.  Instant ownership I claim.  Send the young pup home, tail between his legs.  Laying claim to what I now own as mine I slide my tongue in your mouth to tie you up.

Breathless, eyes wide, your swagger cracked but not broken.  You rise up, chest out, weapons forward.  Asking what gives me the right.  Rights aren’t given, just claimed.  I walk out daring you to follow.  You chose to walk beside me out the door.  Up to the threshold I allow such delusions.

At the car, the symbol of independence, I strip delusions away.  Pushed against the metal, the pedal revs to go.  You could shout for a red light but yellow is the light that shines.  Your clothes bunch and open, access denied no longer, my hands reach the heat of your flesh in the cool of the night’s wind. 

I squeeze your breast, ripe with desire. Your hand clutches the back of my head.  To hold me in or to pull me away?  You’re not sure.  You lost the choice when you left the chair.  My lips find the base of your neck.  Teeth scrape your soft flesh, my soft lips suck hard.  You cry out.  Desire is your betrayal.  What will be your conscience?

We drive to my home.  My house is my lair.  Never to be your prison but it may be your jail.  Enter with me but only if you dare.  You walk with confidence, ass shaking, hips with a sway.   Little do you realize the invitation they make.

I grab your hair pulling you to me; your reins and leash for a time.  Able to take your body in my arms, I hold you close and feed my desire with a kiss.  Our tongues duel, your reflex is to fight, even when you’ve already given up.  I enjoy the struggle but not as much as I relish the control.

You push on my chest, stepping back, undoing your blouse.  I take you by the wrist.  You will be naked and on your knees before me but when I say and how.  You shake your head but make no move to go.  Come with me.  We’ll have some fun.

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