Suitcase Girl

From TSade

He loves me, he loves me not.
Gentle eyes and soft hands.
Caressing my skin, touching my body.
Eyes drawn to my destination,
The leather suitcase gaping open.

Moaning, he takes my hands,
Pulling it out until it almost hurts.
Almost, but doesn't, lust surges inside
Filling me with soft, wet heat.
Which spikes as he pulled out his cleaver.

"I love you."
The whisper moved on his lips
And along the bobbing of his hardness.
Then the knife came down.
Pain... pain and lust blended together.

Blood fills the air, but he is fast,
Pressing the gauze against it,
Stopping the flow so I can survive,
At least for a few more hours.
I love him so very much.

He takes my other hand,
Thumb caressing against my palm
Breath rapid pants as he pulls it out.
The knife, the slicing of air,
And everything explodes.

Whimpering now, watching him and his body
Arranging my arms, setting them in the case,
A wide open spaces.
I know what comes next
As his fingers slip up my inner thigh.

Pleasure penetrates me as he fingers
Then slips out to stretch my leg out
Holding down tightly as the knife hovers
A blade that caresses the joint,
Then lifts and slams down.

The impact shudders through my skin
Filling me with so many sensations
So many emotions.
He takes my final limb and presses down
A question in his eyes.

Don't stop, just don't stop.
He hears me and feels me,
His fingers tightening on my ankle.
The blade, my lover, they connect.
And I am crying from the intensity.

Still hard, dripping with excitement,
He sets the legs in, arranging a hole
Just for me.
His fingers stroke me, touch me,
My breasts, my sex, my... ends.

"One more... please?"
I choke out the words, hard and harsh.
But, he understands. He loves me.
He takes me, hardness slipping so easily
Filling me for one last time.

Strange not being able to hug
Or to wrap my legs around him
But it feels good, so deep, so hard.
I think I come hard, but there just too many.
He came, it is still dripping out.

Gentle hands and soft eyes,
He lifts me up and sets me inside.
Feeling the walls rise up next to me,
Staring at my legs and arms.
Tight, pressed in with soft womanflesh.

One last finger against my sex,
Then the lid slowly closes.
It is tight, very tight.
And then it is dark.
Just me and my body, alone in the case.

Mind is hazy, so strangely hazy,
Filled with the afterglow of lust,
When the case moves, picked up by his strong hands.
Everything shifts, but it is tight.
I barely move as he takes me along.

Sex and blood and utter dark.
I am alone but he is with me.
I'm in his heart.
I'm in his love.
I'm in his suitcase.

t'Sade
2005-05-20