Rag Doll

There we were, alone at last .
It was the soft and tender feeling of pieces of broken glass.
His eyes were sharp but I could tell he was scared.
He toked my hand and whispered that he loved me.
Before I knew it, we were engaged in a dangerous event.
Our hearts were racing, and his hands were pacing..
He ran his hand threw my silk blonde hair and off went my body.
He picked me up and threw me to the floor,
I told him to stop,
But he still wanted more.
Kissing me up and down my body, pulling me back and forth.
It felt like I was a rag doll with no controll over myself.
We gasped for air, but i couldn't bare a sound.
My hand, wandered and explored the scene, feeling things, that were very different to me ..
His soft sateen lips must have been from the heavens,
I felt the angels touch but it must have been a dream because it was all gone by morning.