A Fantasy

[skahtah]

There's a hand at my throat,
holding me firmly in place,
my spine bowed backwards.
There's a hand at my hip,
keeping my ass in the air.
Strong thighs press between mine
keeping my legs spread and
my body vulnerable to attack.
Attacked I am
with no remorse.
There are hands on my breasts
large and warm
and rough to the touch.
I am caught on the prongs of lust,
no regrets,
no mercy...

©2006 Skahtah