As wishes go

As wishes go he was both

what she wanted and what she feared,

unexpected, but needed.

He took her without taking a thing

and she leaned in, sharp intake of breath.

He hesitates, the burn still hurts,

but she bears her wrists in supplicant

opening up her softest parts

the ones she had been taught to hide,

her vulnerability negating threat

transparent to him alone

They circle, intensity building,

closing eyes, she gives him more

than she thought she ever would.

with risk and wanton need,

the white of her wrists bleeding

With a smile he makes her blush,

falling; a tumbled mess beneath him

pushing expectations, boundaries,

breaking, pressing her open

as she needed without knowing.

He breathes her in, her want, her thirst

She spans her hands across his chest

burnished, flawed but beautiful

tasting, savouring the taste of his skin

wishing she could bite down,

his blood on her tongue

Her release, her escape,

is a rare type of freedom,

to give in, be all he wants

and in turn pleasing

her own dark desires.

He gives no quarter

Always watching her expression

hungry for her response,

the darkness in his eyes compelling

searching for his own truth

and exposing hers.

Her reasons aren’t always clean

(but neither are his, if he told them)

Both varying perspectives

on what one really deserves,

in-between dirty moments

of not giving a fuck.