| The Red Room |
| I walk into the castle knowing what I want and you say with your eyes... meet me upstairs There, across the room you stand twirling daggers in those strong hands as the twilight dances off them circling, stalking doing what you do best: enticing, beckoning – commanding – with your eyes we come to this dark red room for one reason only... I smile devilishly at the thought of how well your hands know me of the quality of your Craft I struggle against your pulls as I am seduced Succumbing to your energy I rush for you – but stop short knowing the gratification you’ll get I force those urges down and turn them on you... I want you to know the twinges, the sweet pain of the wait that makes the reward that much sweeter With a smirk, I reach for your dagger and feel the blade on the tips of my fingers as you catch my wrists and overpower me Quickly, my corset is unlaced dropped to the floor with the other clothes silent screams escape, the ones that only you and I can hear minutes pass – your expertise is clear ...but in reality, hours go by as I transcend bliss, ecstasy, heaven and unite anew with your soul Once more, you propel the sun to rise and the moon to bow as they pay homage to your abilities Hours later I lie alone swinging my chalice dwelling on the power and pull of your eyes knowing that I’ll venture once more to see the look of mischievous satisfaction glaring at me from across the dark red room |
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