A hand flew through her back,
Undoing the lace of her dress.
Planting a kiss on her neck,
He grabbed her from her waist.
Face sinking in her skin.
Hand marking his territory.
Came up to the hair,
And removed the clip hurriedly.
Filling him with the smell of cologne,
Hair danced their way down.
Nerve by nerve he was pixilated,
Finding his way in the gown.
Shoved the tongue down her throat.
Stripped the sleeve recklessly.
Squeezing both of her fronts,
He licked her skin hungrily.
Pushed her down. Tore her dress.
Hands held, up her hair.
Bit her lip. Came down on knees.
Pants undone; tool in air.
With a look so manly and brave,
He slid the tool in her with a thud.
And again in that night of animalism,
A beauty was found lying in the mud.