The Pink Silk and The Black Vine

Upon the bed where shadows creep,

Two lovers dance in rhythmic sleep.

The red wine spills upon the sheets,

A crimson stain, a secret meets.

Raji lies, her bun of hair,

Her pink T-shirt, soft and bare.

The blue jeans hang at her waist,

With Nil’s eyes, she is obsessed.

He is a storm, he is the night,

His shirt unbuttoned, sleeve in sight.

The veins on Nil’s darkened arm,

Lead down to where his darkness charm.

Six inches hard, a weapon deep,

With Nil’s thrust, she starts to weep.

The veins prominent on skin,

Like rivers of the dark within.

A silk blindfold over her eyes,

To leave her in a hazed surprise.

She cannot see, she cannot know,

What Nil intends for her to sow.

She feels his hands, she feels his touch,

A sudden rush, a ravenous clutch.

A vibrator hums against her clits,

A buzzing wave, a hazy fits.

She rubs it hard, she rubs it long,

For sixty minutes, she is strong.

But Nil commands, he takes control,

Making her scream, making her whole.

He grabs her neck, he grips it tight,

A painful grip, a hold so white.

He whispers low, "I love you," then,

The words like lead upon her skin.

The blindfold tight, the gag inside,

As Nil begins his wild ride.

He thrusts so hard, he tears the pink,

She cries out loud, the words she sink.

"Fuck me Nil," she whispers low,

As Nil thrusts, he begins to grow.

Two hours pass, the sun will rise,

As Nil ravages with no surprise.

He grips her neck and rips the hair,

While Nil's cock makes her despair.

She faints at last, he doesn't stop,

He doesn't care, he is on top.

He feels her pulse, he feels her heat,

While Nil remains completely beat.

He pulls out now, she lies in bliss,

A puddle of eternal bliss.

But Nil is done, he's had his fill,

While Nil stays hard, and Nil is still.

They cuddle now, they hold each tight,

The wine and sex, the after light.

The blindfold off, the toys removed,

The feeling that her body so loved.

Raji and Nil, locked in a trance,

Two bodies wet and bodies dance.

"Raji, I love you," Nil does say,

As Raji drifts into the day.

© NILOY SHOUVIC ROY