She walked slowly every step so profound,
haunting, elegant sensuous graceful loud.

Without a pause she bared her breast,
stockings, heals and observing me as all this is a test.

At the center of this humid trenched room she took her post,
I feel dreary anguish and endorphin drooling lost.

All colors died out of her red lips and smooth face,
hypnotizing me with a dread look out of this place.

I cannot not move and feel her freezing touch so keen,
then she clenched her teeth in my neck so lean.

How long I was in that grasp I cannot tell,
losing sense and all feelings, I fell.

To her it seemed like a meadow fair,
she knelt by my face and told me with a fierce stare:

‘Don’t worry, you will live my dear’