In The Dark

I read a poem called In the Dark
the things that were done
are things that leave marks

I caught my breath
With every stroke of the pen
There was nothing left
Once they entered the den

There was only one light
That’s shown in the pitch
One shimmering glow
My breath did  hitch

There was no denying
What they were there to do
Once he began the tying
She breathed anew

This is a ceremony
The two have begun
This is deeper than matrimony
The two become one

With the raise of a hand
and a connection to flesh
It echoed off the walls
It stole her breath

She knew the signals
He heeded the signs
He pulled her up
Making sure to intertwine

The chords was intricate
a beautiful design
The tighter they were
The darker the marks are left behind

The night was dark
Decadent and sweet
The room was stark
A perfect place to meet

A surrendering so complete
It would tear out a soul
She surrendered where their bodies meet
He entered every hole

She began to tremble
As the intent to see if she could last
He increased the tempo
His semen he blasts

“Are you ready”
He did ask
She nodded her head
As he pushed 1 silver ball at a time inside her ass

She whimpered and mewed
Ready to burst
Her desire was fueled
With the first outburst

1 by 1 he pulled them out
1 by 1 she screamed and wiggled about
His smile was dark and hidden from the light
His enjoyment was dark and should be kept out of sight

When her orgasm struck
A sight to behold
Another one struck
As if it could be controlled

Their night will end
In the ray, of first light
But as long as there is darkness
They enjoy the night

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