She knows that she looks sweet. She looks tender. Pretty. There’s an innocence about mher that inspires you to let down your guard. You want to protect her. How kind.
You should know, it’s too late for your protection. There is no part of her that has not suffered wounds. There is no real innocence left. She have seen darkness and fought it. She won. And she lost. It consumed her, she fought back harder and consumed it. She carries it with her now, in her belly, in her blood.
She knows that she am fun. She is happy! What a relief for you to find a woman so open! A woman who knows her limits and knows the rewards of pushing them. What chance, you think, to find someone honest and fair –to a fault. Someone with passion and a smile.
There’s barely any evidence how she came about these liberties; how she became.
It was ugly. It was messy. It was permanent.
She knows what will happen to when you connect. She knows the way she will melt into you when she’s in your arms. She knows the way your body will warm and swell when she’s around. The way you desire her, you can’t hide it.
It’s her heat.
She knows the way her touch will release you. A small hand on your leg, her shoulder under yours as you walk, her cheek on your chest, a flick of her tongue. She will touch you in ways you had been afraid to ask for, before her. She’ll drive you closer to edges you were wary of, until now. She will unleash the beast that slumbers inside you. You will feast on lust and ecstasy until you crave her and think of her always. You will become addicted to what you create and you will feed it. Even if it makes you go hungry.
And that’s when she will leave you.
She is not so sweet. She is not so tender. She is not so innocent. Appearances are deceiving. You can not trust your eyes. Her darkness is waiting.
She will love you without restraint; She will leave you without regret.