At Last

He enters her world

Bearing roses dark,
Crimson dripping from
Petals deepened with
His sins bathed in
Ancient blood and water
Scathed from bold
Attempts at redemption.
She opens to his darkness
With lush delirium
Of craving too long
His brand of iniquity.
With whispers and sighs,
She beacons him,
He taunts, teases
The curves and hollows
That await his pleasure,
She gasps and moans,
“At last!”


~CWylde © 2016 

(Original photo – free stock, Getty Images)

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