The Grassy Knoll

All of my thoughts go to you

Your hands on me 

Moving me as if it were an afterthought 

Grip wide and sure across my hips

My back

My tits 

My ass 

The marks you leave are a sweet reminder 

Of the strength of your desire 

Swallow me whole 

Wriggling and alive 

Like the little worm I am 

Groveling at your feet and begging for release 

Remembering myself 

Occasionally 

I stand straighter and taller and 

Scream my power to the wind 

Announcing my needs 

Volaclizing over the crowd and calling 

Out only to you 

Who satisfies 

And destroys

Held like a doll 

Limp and powerless against the force of your presence 

And the size of your lust 

I give myself completely to what you bring to the table 

And am devoured.