"That's a good girl," He whispers.
A wicked grin forming on his lips.
Shivers of electric thrill,
rush over skin.
the past forgotten,
present light ignited.
the thrill of attraction,
and lingering touch.
A bond of trust, so deep and true,
one that streches the expanse of time.
Her heart his, not only now,
but for as long as he is in control.|
With ropes and binding,
with hope and light.
A bond where her torments and darkness,
all fade to white.
One phrase, one she longed for all her life.
"Say please," he coaxes.
His voice deep but kind.
A finger cool runs along warm skin.
chills race, and a breath catches.
He leans in and presses soft lips to hers.
Fingers tangle deep, in tresses of black.
A grip, one promising control, protection and care.
Showing her he will always dare to set the world ablaze,
only for her, as long as she belongs to him.
For in this moment, darkness is all she sees.
the trust she holds in him,
yet to be seen by those unknowing.
This relief of her nightmares,
most do not understand.
Only her and him, in this strange design.
Many see aggression,
But do not see agreement made and found.
Mutual trust, a lasting fare.
Now move away from unknown scene,
two nights down, the time line seen.
She sits alone, her head in her hands.
The shadows of her past, growing dark and grim.
Waiting for the knight she waited for,
making the money to key a roof over their head,
she prays the day ends soon.
long last light comes in,
he notices her pain and scoops her up.
He holds her close.
"It is okay, Songbird. No more tears."
He kisses away the tears, knowing he is her strength.
He is her hero in times when the villian come for her.
When the darkness threatens to take her whole.
"You have nothing to fear, for I am here."
Within his warmth,
in his strong embrace.
The safety of his arms and the calmness of his voice,
it brings her home.
It brings her back where she knows who has control,
where she knows her protector is.
where her monsters cannot touch her.
Her hero, her knight.
Her phantom thief who finally stole her away,
away into the night.
The one who brought all the sacred shards of her heard,
and has been forging them together again.
Time, it will take,
for her heart to be whole.
Their bond, formed in rope, words, silk and trust.
formed in mutual communication, interests and promise,
a tool to heal both their hearts.
healing in control, submission, trust, word, hope and love.
"That's it, baby bird. No one is going to hurt you anymore.
I have you and you have me.
If ever things are to much, say the word.
All will cease.
I will be here.
Always."
