Darkness and Innocence
For my “Sir”
By: j

A body, so close, so invitingly warm,
A voice so magnetic so vibrant so torn.
One hand in her hair, twisting with pain,
Its twin buried deep with little delay.
A pained, haunted look, of blackness so hard,
Meets glimmering white of Innocence guard
Eyes wide with wonder, at the essence she holds,
He, with his demon, so blatant so bold
Gazing at her with fiery orbs,
He pauses a moment to ponder two stars.
Delicate lights, winking in pain,
Beginning to fall, slowly in vain.
From deep languid pools, perfectly pair,
Effervescence beguiling in radiant fair.
Transfixed there in time, his heart comes to be,
Bringing the demon tween those two seas.
Growling his need, his pleasure, so raw,
He takes her soft flesh into his jaw.
Lowering himself on top of his prey,
Darkness is fed each teardrop the way.
Innocence lay neath Him pliant and sore.
Whimpers her acceptance of Darkness her lord.
Driving his hand, into her all,
He feels himself shudder, with every withdrawal.
As suffering mounts inside of her core,
The edge is nearing, she is close to the shore.
Her eyes open wide, seeking his face,
“Sir” she whimpers, “Sir, I fear I will break”
In an instant she felt, the change in his pace,
The hard cold clamps, became a soft sweet embrace.
Darkness was lifted, off of himself,
Replaced by an echo of Innocence cry for help.
Breathless and weary yet seeking her Sir,
Innocence gazes up, approval need heard.
But what she does see when finding his face,
Are identical pools of liquid release.
In an instant she knows the reason for this,
Anger, frustration, she turns to Bliss.
Such a powerful tool in the right hands is she,
When obeying a master of true Dominancy.

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