Ponders the gauntlet • last possession of my knight • Tossed, “a duel?” at you.
What’s this? A mailed glove. • A challenge for the fair maid? • Or by her instead?
“By it is indeed • and for as well. Conquer me? • Am I worth your sword?”
“Worth my sword and more, • I would risk all to have you. • All of you, or nought.”
“All of me, you say? • The best of you I require. • You’re more than your sword.”
Sword, wit; both cutting • weapons past used, not enough • with the stakes so high
I will test your heart. • Not the hardened edge of you • I want that inside.
Fires of the body • may warm, but a heart like mine • burns all who touch it.
I will stoke your flames • into conflagration. • be reborn, phoenix.
I will consume you. • I have left ashes before. • Tempt at your peril.
I am no fair maid • for you to frighten away. • We are one and same.
That we will soon see • as I open you to me • our battle is joined
Spread me, take you • You think you know my puzzle • You will be conquered.
Bold, assured, naive. • Deep inside, where I fill you • body, heart, mind know.
Did you look deep, sir • to see the shadow beneath • my creamy soft skin?
I feel it inside • you are right, we are kindred • your dark calls to mine.
We are dangerous • the pair of us. Black inside. • Can we survive “us”?
Two black halves a (w)hole. • Survival matters not • if completion comes.
Implosion promised • falling into you, in me • tearing me apart.
Grappled, clawed and bruised • blood sings as in true battle • taking, taken deep.
Marked inside and out • leaving me all over you • You brand me deeper.
More than just my seed • my desire’s molten core • I plant inside you
Forging something new • in passions deep inferno • chains with which to bind.
We become alloyed • in the melding crucible • dark, shining, joined souls
New mettle, allies • not combatants, tempered blade • I am your sword, now.
All risked, two victors: • shadows’ equilibrium; • gauntlet, a keepsake.