She is innocent.
Her bold beauty is barely blemished. Her gorgeous body is almost untouched by another’s breath. The gentle pages of her heart are yet to be written. Her hunger is new and urgent. She longs for something she has yet to discover.
She has purity in her soul.
He is darkness.
He has loved and won and lost his way through enough joy and sorrow to fill the night. He has coaxed forth endless sweet fantasies, elegantly bestowed a thousand decadent pleasures, and administered such breathtaking, delicious torture.
His eyes have seen far beyond the shadows.
Yet there is an ache that binds them. A primeval yearning that sets them apart from all others.
He will sanctify her slow surrender and make them both holy.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
More delving in my archives. I like this one.
Art by William Oxer