23949 posts 12/14/2017 8:57 am
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The gift...(poem) The gift...(poem)
He unwraps her darkness like a gift, carefully unfolding its contents, admiring each piece like a gem.
As he holds it to the light, it both absorbs and reflects the sun’s rays.
Some will retreat back into the shadows.
Some will dissipate into memory.
Some, under his care, will crystallize and become something beautiful.
To each of these, he smiles acceptance, with patience and love.
There is not part of her darkness he fears.
He embraces it, and in him. The darkness dances with him as he leads.
She knows if she asked, he would return it to her; allow her to tuck it away again but she will not.
In his hands, her darkness is beautiful, controlled, peaceful.
So she gives him this dark gift, again and again, she surrenders it to him and with it…
She surrenders all.
1sadisticlover~
"Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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3097 posts 12/15/2017 4:13 pm |
Sigh...this is beautiful.
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8847 posts 12/14/2017 8:58 am |
Lovely.
"Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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