Her Dark Knight

. . .The moon drips behind the whispering sky
As the man dressed in heavy scarlet reaches
For another squeeze of the savory queen.
He wraps a nippy paw around her keen eye –
And captures her glorious shine one last time.
Her lips inspire a divine line before they sink
And embrace his anxious dine.
"You can't handle my love,"
He says as he digs for more pleasured wine.
She forgets the name of her quiet lover
And rests her head on his sweet scarlet.
He's her dark knight.





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