Sex Slave
She walked into the chamber; dirty, wild, rude and stronger than any woman despite being shackled.
Angry at her enslaver but never cared what happened in the end.
She won’t be the first nor the last to go through this punishment.
He walked towards her feistiness and unshackled her.
As surprised as she was never did she flinch nor butt an eye.
Carried her shoulder high and threw her into his bathtub.
Scrubbed her clean, carried her unto his strong laps.
His ‘god in between’ rose to the presence of a goddess.
He cupped her bosoms and buried his head in between.
Gently massaging them and bowing to them.
“I will worship you like day does to night” his raspy voice screamed out.
A voluptuous black woman!
Grabs her arms and holds them just to tease her and make her beg for him
She fought back and put him on the bed.
Grabbed a loadful of him and choked on him.
White land needed to visit the black woman.
He gasped and grabbed her deeper into her throat.
Treating her body like a baby’s.
She shook when his fingers found that spot;
The spot where angels meet.
She trickled down his fingers; hot and rosy.
He lowered her on his bed, gentler than any slave master he rode his rod deep into the woods of a black woman.
Shy she was for no man ever understood her delicate madness,
This was supposed to be rape but it was ever gentle like love.
This feeling with him was all she wanted to have.
She rode on top of him luring ecstasy into their lair.
They weren’t crazy just fated pair.
“I will control you, you are mine” he claimed her.
The sweet embers of a black woman, was this probably the forbidden fruit the Bible talked of?
Tired she lay face away from her master,
No shackles just lust.
To her folks, she was an outcast,
But with every stroke, she had felt loved.
“Thank you, Master, she shyly said
I am no master black love, call me your lover
That’s how love penetrated slavery
