Erotik Noir Series: La Femme Rouge 4

Did she Break his Heart, or did she instill in his being enough fear.

She looked upon the burn marks on her wrists, reminiscing of the pain and the panic of entrapment.
Savoring her un-naturalness to a world's unfair and judging reality.
once more the shackles had been intended for stronger wrists.

How Many nights of love left to forgo, before she can be done with this self imposed isolation of the soul.
her soul and heart answer his beckoning. but she is the one afraid now. Frail and vulnerable like most of Life's Collection of humans.

RED
                               RED


RED

She's tired,
         she's Bruised, But not from being touched.
Bruised from being entwined in a never ending battle of her light .
Bruised intentions in her own mind,


She could rip the buttons off his starched shirt, and run her nails down his spine.
leave a scar, maybe two to serve as flinching reminders of pleasure. or pain.

she could proceed with the faintest of tugs to remove that same shirt.

a string of memories making her wonder if she had lost her demonic battle?
did she give in to her own vice, her own games. Fall into her own Trap.

Did the red of her lips like many hearts that had bled once upon a time become a reminder no less.
A reminder of her in More Powerful times, She DIDN'T heed her own advice.



And He's out to Get Her.



Love,

Fearless