Fait Accompli | Mar 7 2006 1:36pm
Charcoal silk whispers tenderly,
Skin caressed by it's cool gossamer threads,
Emerald eyes closing in graceful pleasure,
Her heart beats in expected revelry.
Charcoal threads tighten convulsively,
A moment of fear races through her mind,
Nude and vulnerable she lies in wait,
Silence, deafening, breathing unsteady.
She feels his warmth, with its silent plea,
Whispers in the darknenss as shadows fall,
The sweet smell of jasmine dances to her,
A cold breeze, she shivers uncomfortably.
A promise of trust and love given free,
Silver glinting as candlelight flickers,
Titilating the pale ivory flesh,
Leaving striations that become rosy.
Ensiform steel caresses gently,
As memories are lovingly replaced,
Tears well up and are quickly kissed away,
Her fears are now conquered, fait accompli.
The blade reaching deeper leaving a line of deep ruby.
A cry of suprise, her eyes seek his,
Seeing love staring back, accepting fate,
The crimson drops seek his mouths soothing heat.
