You are so gentle to me, so loving and tender, it makes my heart cry
to know I am in the presence of a beautiful being like you. You’ll
never admit it, but you are just a soft squishy thing underneath that
tough guy façade. You are a big softie, a big softie I love to cuddle
up to and caress. Waking up right next to you makes me so happy, to
know that I am with you, a loving, caring, honest being. Did you
know, I feel so much love when I am with you, and it’s not even about
you trying to act lovingly. You extrude tenderness in the smallest
ways, and I know, and understand the little ways you are sweet, the
secret fears you harbor.
Just like I understand, and yearn for the dark knight you are. The
beast of your twisted and hidden desires, floating away in a private
deserted island, waiting for a passing-by to dissect the secret message
inside the bottle. The shadow side of the sweet gentle being, the
forceful selfish devil you are, preying on innocent girls like me,
waiting to devour the delicate flower that will bend to avoid being
wounded by the ravishing force of the dark knight.
You come at night, through my window while I am sleeping soundly in my
garden cottage. Without a whisper you’d cast a spell on my world, as
I dream away, blissfully unaware that you are indeed flesh and blood,
and my lust and desires do not escape your keen eyes.
I moan, and dream that you are right in front of me, staring at me
with your dark haunting eyes, inviting me to look into your soul. I
never managed to look into your eyes. I am shy and worry that you’d
see how much I am wiling to do for you, you’d smell my lust and know
how much power you have over me, to make me blissfully happy or
horrifically sad. And the dark knight in you’d smile, for you have
smelled blood and you are going to torture the submissive slave I am;
knowing that I am too enchanted to run away, fasinated by your dark
and mysterious ways.
I’d bathe myself. Shaving off strays of hairs, spraying amber and
sandlewood to calm my fear. To ritually prepare myself for the
sacrifice, to offer my body for your enjoyment and sole pleasure, to
submit completely to your lust and desires, letting you have it your
way.
I am wearing a black PVC skirt with no underwear. You mentioned how
hot they’d make me look the other day, so I bought them to please you,
because I am eager to please you, and willingly obey your commands, my
dark master of the night.
Come to me, Dark Knight, sweep me under your cape of mystery and power.
Come to me, on a dark night, love me tenderly and calm my fear.
Come with me, Dark Knight, let’s enjoy sunshine and smell the flower.
Come, Dark Knight, you are my light.
(the particular scene I was inspired by, is the scene in batman movie
where Nicole Kidman is waiting for batman on top of this building,
naked under a silk sheet. He comes as the master of the night he is,
and she locks lips, submitting to the mystery of the caped knight
behind a mask.)