Know Me

She sits alone. Always alone. The pervading darkness has seeped into her soul staining it black. She is angry. She is hurting. She is desperate. A solitary voice calls to her but she can not hear it. She is deaf to anything but her own cries. Her pain dissolves into her blood and flows freely about poisoning her mind and her heart. The tears no longer threaten, they fall from her tired eyes and she wants nothing more than to crawl into this endless darkness and disappear. That’s how strong it gets sometimes. She can make you feel her darkness and when she’s finished with you your body is drenched in her sadness. Her tears become your own and all you want is to hold her close. All you want is to love her.

Then, when the darkness is lifted, she can forget it like a bad memory. Temporarily. There’s another face she wears, and she wears it quite well. It’s the face of seduction. It can be just her words or the sultry tone of her voice and something magical happens. She can reach into your soul and touch it, stroke it, until your body burns. She can tell you her fantasies and make them your own. She can take a cold heart and bring it to life again. She can help you find your dreams, and your hidden desires. Before you know it you are obsessed with the very thought of her because she has opened the gate into your mind that you’ve kept locked for far too long, and she’s pulled you into her world and into her sweet tempting darkness. She leaves you yearning. She leaves you helpless. She leaves you in a state of perpetual lust.

Your head is spinning. You honestly don’t know if you are coming or going. You are still in awe of her presence, her strength, and her beauty. She’s managed to tap into your soul bringing it to life. She did this without even trying to. You hear her songs of pain and pleasure. You feel her without ever touching. You dream of her, even though you don’t want to. But then you want to. Oh, do you want to. She’s out of reach but still you can smell her wetness, hear her heart beating in the still of a silent night. She’s a tease. She’s an angel. She’s a demon. A perfect mixture of both to satisfy you. A part of you wants to run to her. Run to her and make passionate love to every inch of her body. To taste and suck and devour. You want to feel her from the inside because you know that’s where true heaven is. Another part of you wants to run away from her. Run as fast as your legs will carry you because you know that you’re falling and falling fast. If you haven’t already that is. You curse her but at the same time you can’t imagine living without her. She’s seduced your demons. She’s brought pieces of your soul to life. You wonder what you ever did in this life to deserve such a gift.