The Lovers

So sweet were the moments of respite, those offered from lovers, darkness to light.

In his arms I feel safety, even though I know it is the most dangerous place to be. He is a man not to be taken lightly, one that hands out praise and punishment not only with the same hand, but in the same breath. I long for him when we are apart and find I’m lost in shadows when he is near.

A woman lost to everything she holds dear.

The whispering of rence warns me of my actions and pleads with me to leave him behind, but even they know it is impossible. He would never allow it. He is right; I belong to him in a way I will never belong to another. Not even my beloved Aiden.

He pulls my barbed wire strings so easily, even as the sharp edges cut into my flesh. He is the puppeteer, the hand that not only guides me, but controls me.

Sleep had neither come easily, nor had it come completely. Even in my unrest, with Aiden lying next to me, I couldn't quite allow myself to slip into the depths of total oblivion. I waited. I wanted. He came to me again, as I knew he would, pitch of night his cover.

He pulled me from the couch and dragged me into the bathroom. I tend to have this annoying habit of allowing him to mold me to his own desires and becoming exactly what it is he wishes. I knew, as well as he, what he had come for. What I had offered him earlier. I couldn’t give him my virginity, but I could give him something else. And I knew from the moment he touched me, this time, he would not walk away without being sated.

"Bite my shoulder and try to relax."

Within the darkness there is no denial. There were no eyes to condemn, no whispers to chastise. "Castor.." His name was muffled against the shoulder he had afforded me, one I did not refuse, teeth sinking into his flesh, even as he claimed me by right of entry.

Aiden stirred, awaking from his slumber and calling out to me. I assured him I was fine, but men will be men, he determined to find out for himself, all the while Castor whispering in my ear as he stood behind me. I think he was excited by the prospect of being caught.

Castor was chuckling in my ear. "You're grunting Astraea.. are you sure you're alright."

For some moments he stood there, I praying he would return to the couch. Our couch. Why I do this to him, I cannot understand. And I cannot stop.

"Please Aiden, go to bed. I just need to be .. alone."

My sweet muse of a man always seems to understand. Even when I do not.

From outside the door of my feral sanctuary, one might have thought that I was truly sick, but inside, there was no doubt as to what was happening.

"So will you stay in here and listen to the moans of your competitor?"

"You really think that boy is competition for me?" He turned me around and pushed me out the door. "Go."

One man is so innocent, so pure, so needful of my every whim, while the other is his complete opposite, dark and wickedly foreboding.

And I have come to love them both.

A shadow drifts to the forest floor

Two shapes form full of legend and lore

The Lovers meet, there arms entwined

Wrapped in a passion of body and mind

Her love is pure, and based on trust

His physical and based on lust

Her heart is warm within his fist

Her lips are soft beneath his kiss

Lightening strikes the ground near by

And she sees fire in his eyes

Lost in his arms as the thunder rolls

She is his body and soul.