His Light, Her Darkness.
It wasn't that she was a dull soul, she was quite the opposite actually. She was the loudest laugh and the brightest smile. She lit up every room she walked into, it was as if staring at the sun, and being blinded by its light...by her light. There was a spunk, a very pure form of her being that lifted her from the ordinary. She was the rainbow after the rain and the taste of bliss on a summers day. She bodied everything beautiful and innocent, the kind of girl that was only written about in novels, surreal and unrealistic. I supposed that's what drew him towards her, but it's almost natural that the darkness seeks light, and maybe she was the light missing in his dark world. But it wasn't a storybook romance, nothing about it could've been pre-written or even imagined. It wasn't that it was out of the world, or the kind of romance that the universe conspired to create. Even Shakespeare couldn't have created these characters because it was a tragedy far beyond star-crossed lovers, a passion more consuming than that of Romeo or his Juliet. For the most part, it wasn't even a love story, and I supposed it was because he ceased to exist in her narrative, he was purely imagined, a magician perhaps but not a lover, a soulmate I think, but beyond that beyond her, he was just the boy who brought her shadows into the light, the kind that was lurking in corners, the ones that had what most would call a darkness. It wasn't that he dull her shine, but rather polished away the gold plate to expose the corroding copper of her soul. It wasn't that he made her dark, but rather that he was able to expose it, and in exposing her darkness he consumed her light and she took refuge in his darkness. I supposed it was chaotic and self-harming, but she indulged in him to the point where she now forgot how to burn without him, and in his absence her flames were now just the whiff of smog, she was all burnt out, now just a lingering smell of smoke fading into the distance. She might've been his light, but he was her darkness without whom even the brightest day now had a gray cloud hanging over it.
Laced with sin.
Laced with sin he planted a kiss gently on my lips leeching on as his venom bled through me exiting the scions of another’s touch. Renewed in his taste my body submitted to the desire of him wallowing in his depths as the ideas of righteousness fluttered out the windowsill joining the sinking moon closing out the eyes of the world as we married into sin. He continued down to my neck coloring in lilac stains as his hands slipped down to my back to unhook my bra, working his way back to cup my breasts as he began to suck on my nipples tiring out my moans leaving sweet sighs of defeat. Simultaneously he gently fingered me in a rhythmic motion continuing to watch me as my body struggled against his violent delights succumbing me to his tunes as I finally drew out the last moan. Momentarily ringing a silent tune before he began again.
Stark in my stare I held his place as I defied all stature of virtue and unbuckled his belt leading him inside me in beg of no mercy. Pulling my hair back he took fierce strides as he thrust in and out of me stealing my breath leaving me gasping for air. Perfecting our motions as time checked itself out and the sunrise sneaked in through the blinds. Laying our lust to rest as we lay intertwined in satin sheets. Laying my head on his chest I watched him draw smoke from his cigarette easing it back into the atmosphere in perfect circles. I traced his face following the faultless sculpt of his face making my way down gently to his eyes closing them shut as I continued down the edge of his nose to his dry lips watching as the light perfectly killed the shadows of the night revealing all the pieces that made up his beautiful face. I continued down his lips and watched the light bounce off my ring. Within seconds the guilt of my deed slipped in and the spell collapsed washing out the reality of ifs with the reality of is. Watching him fall asleep I kissed his forehead and tightened the hold on my ring, walking away from the man I loved and back to the marriage that was impending.