She holds my gaze as she enters me. I can feel her intensity. I can feel all the years of her pain and suffering. I feel her hurt, her sorrow. She wants to apologize for her dark gift, but I welcome it. I welcome her.
"...she
with mineral eyes
only expressed
her scorn, her burning
anger,..."
She holds my gaze as her fingers slide inside me, back and forth, back and forth. Deep down in my soul I know that I am her captive, a captive to the mystery that she holds. It is in that mystery where I will find her, where I will find myself. So I know now is the time to submit to what I'm feeling, or risk losing her.
"...and her eyes were
two
impenetrable
seals that
closed
till
eternity
a wild door."
She holds my gaze as I cum. And I let go. I am desperately gasping for air, for life. But, I am drowning in her. I am completely submerged in her. She is all I can see, all I can taste, all I can feel. She is everywhere and her essence saturates me. And I let go. She collapses on top of me, melting into me, spent, sated, loved. She is my darkness, and I her light.
"She walked
like fire, and, like smoke,
when she closed her eyes
she became the invisible, unencompassable night."