The Help

The Help

The day she was hired, neither of us could have predicted it would come to this. On that day, she was wearing sweats and a t-shirt. She was only here to work. My kink and my savagery was well-hidden behind a sweet-tempered veil.

However….

Today, she was in the most fetishized domestic uniform imaginable.

On my orders, she was wearing her hair in the most ornately arranged knots she knew how to style. She was willingly offering her bottom as a tribute to the color pink by a man who was a stranger to her less than a month ago.

Where was this going? What were we doing? Whatever the answer was, I knew only one thing: she wanted me, and only me, to decide.

Flickering eyes and a smoldering glow

Her pallid thighs tingle from the lashes

She flinches with each step, the murmurs of a quivering night

Whispers scatter, starving for sin

Lips glisten in the dark

Sacrosanct offerings collide in mirrored image

Luring her with a half-crazed Apollonian hymn

Dual grace in the anguish

A repertoire of Dionysian dances, a feral ballet

Floodlights blare, she’s center stage

The abyss calls out her name like a magick incantation

I can hear it’s discordance, it’s shriek, it’s hum… it’s demoness growl

Beckoning her to the precipice, she vanishes in color-shifting clouds

Enveloped in joyous rhyme

Fuck...

I would kiss the blood-filled chambers of her beating heart if I could

I am embroidered in a sunrise

Shining bright in the hours after 3:00am

You stitch my name across your eyelids

Then quilt me a blanket comprised of your breath

At my doorstep, you are covered in fluids from Lovecraftian dimensions

The kind that turn pink when we mix them together

In the moments before the light finally peeks through…

We are brave, we are unrestrained, we are true

Her heart is leviathan-sized

But before you tread, please understand, it’s made of delicate glass

When she gives it to you, only a templar blood-oath will do

So, pour yourself into her sinewy confines until she overflows

Bridge yourself, weld yourself, cover her darkness

Shield her under stacks of the highest thread-count linens

And orbit her aura until you collide