Night

Night.
A new world, in shades of black and silver.
The moon.
A pricelees, perfect diamond, with the stars like fallen pieces of it's brilliance scattered around it.
Silouhettes.
Trees, black as raven's wings, flutter in the night air.
Buildings, sagging and slumping like old men, sigh.
Whisper's soft as a lover's touch.
Panting.
The expectant thrill of waiting.
Big eyes, muffled pleas.
Strain of muscles against tape.
Ripping cloth.
Breath.
Bare skin, pale in moon-glow, glowing with fear and chill.
Huge dark eyes beg, release me.
The distinctive sound of a zipper.
Struggles.
A flash of silver, dangerous to soft flesh.
A tear slides to the ground.
Calm, soothing caresses, it's alright.
A new look replaces fear in big dark eyes.
Resignation?
Acceptance?
A nod, barely.
Pleading eyes, release me.
A new meaning.
Tears, big and soft, quiet and quick, slipping over skin, mixing with sweat.
The smell of fear.
Kisses, comforts.
Sudden searing heat.
Hot, salty, sweet.
Combining sensations.
Shuddering.
A release for both.
The power of two.
Darkwalker drinks.
Night.