It tastes of her darknesses, an apertiff of seductions by gently caressing
her sweetest dreams,
Fluttering soft and fallen deep into a lush bed of imaginary things-
For the fear that she may never again feel anything at all
It plays at the dark pleasures, tearing softly through unseen walls.

It feels her heart-beat, in the light tracings of lips over excitable flesh
Engorging its self of her passions, giving her desire no rest.
The intoxicating allure of a world, where nothing else exists
Save this sensual re-awakening, comes the spirit through the mists.

Eyes closed, the soul moans
Intertwined and bound in the silvers bindings sewn-
This bed is its altar, her heart its throne
For but a taste of paradise, it takes her as its own.

The ecstatic haze bewilders and confuses
Every new sensation only heightens and infuses,
She cries out in fresh pain, but this only makes her seem more wild
Her body taut and her teeth on edge, before the creature with a delicious
smile.

Time is mute, all else a blur of shadow and light
The scents her body exude give its instinct new excite-
Plunging deep into the shuddering mass of quivering flesh
And driven hard into the soft fabrics of this devil's bed.

Fluttering soft and fallen hard, gathering her close to his chest
A faint and passing smile, crossing her still trembling lips.
For in letting herself be taken, she has taken him in her web
Beneath those soft full lips, kissing light over flesh- are where her fangs
are hid.

And she will use his illusions, and give his fantasies excite.
She will play the comely and helpless maid, if only upon certain nights.
For such are the games that hearts are given, as passions come out to play-
But come tomorrow's eve, the roles shall be exchanged . ..

If only upon certain nights.
In the pursuit of something akin to bliss
 
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