Overture: Believe & Concerto: Vulnerable

For DevlinDLC's Longest Poem Contest ;-*


Overture: Believe

I
Believed
In
You

Gave
You
My
All

I
Weep
Now
Outwardly
Composed
                Internally
             Wracked
                       By
                             A
                                 Storm
                                           Of
                   Wretched
                            Distraught
Bereft
         Bereft
                   Bereft
              
Bereft
Of
You
         Lost without
                         That illusion
                                          Of your love
Sliding
In
Me

Caressing my molten liquescence
Still
Recalescent
From
Thoughts
Of
Your
Hands exploring my luxurious curves

Splaying
          My
             Thighs
                       To
                            Your
                                   Searching
                                                 Gaze
Seeking
          Lips
                Scoring
                          Tongue... and teeth (ah, gods, your teeth, and what you do to me with them!)
Lush
I
Am
'round
Thee

Redolent
Of
My
Musk

My
Honey
Weeps
For
Thee
As
Does
My
Soul
Deep
Within
Me

Ahhh!
         How
               Conflicted
                              Am
                                   I
I
Know
Not
Whence
To
Turn
Nor
Whither
To
Go

Goddess! Have mercy upon me!

I
Am
In
Supplication
Now
To
Deity
For
You
Have
Shifted
          My
               Stance
                          Within
                                   The
                                        World
Nay, nay, 'tis not true, for I, I have shifted it myself
Yet...
      Yet...
Yet...
All is not as I thought
Has
All
Then
Been
Untruth?
How, then, can I trust
                                You
                                    Myself
                               Alas...
I
Know
Not
What
To
Do


Concerto: Vulnerable

Tentative
 
              Questing

She
                                re-engages
                                      re-connects
                                           re-commits
                                                    re-news

                     trepidatiously
Begins
The
Path
To
Trust
Anew

                             Fledgling
P e r a m b u l a t i o n s
                                 Once
                                       Again
So frangible
                  fluctuant
                               fallible
                                        friable

          F r i g h t e n e d

(courage, now, I whisper)
Soothing self

Letting go
               relinquishing
                                  de-programming
100
Years
Of
Thorns
And
Brambles
                   Arduous
                     Task
                     Indeed

...

Battered
And
Bruised
Is
He
                    Tarnished
No
    Snow
           White
                   Steed
                           In
                             Sight
A
Tinker's
Mule
Sturdy
Of
Foot
And
Fleet
Of
Heart
Steadfast
In
Loyalty
          Carries
                    This
                          Brave
                                  And
                                       Resolute
                                                     Man
Far, so far
'Cross deserts sere and barren, yet with hints of hidden life
Ascending mountains stark and forbidding, so glorious in their jagged, glacial beauty like sleek, shining knives
Descending again into valleys of lush, verdant foliage then further on into torrid tropical dendritic voluptuousness
Through causeways choked and clogged with verdurous overgrowth
Slogs
Sheer
Determination
Cloaked
In
Persistent
Ever-loving
Mien
      And for his labors, what welcome
                       receives he?

....

At first, her fear nearly bests him
For
What one can fight another's fear?

Ah, this is her battle as much as his and she as much the warrior here as he...

He knew this, though, and came prepared to aid her in this war

Though she knew not and feared 'twas him she needed to engage

Her
Wounds
Are
Deep
So
Very
Deep,
You
See.
She's
Been
Battling
Long ere long, so long, years and years this battle's raged,
                                      from infancy...

Too long

She's
      Trapped
                  Within
                          And
                              His
                                  Carelessness
                                                   Must
                                                        Be

A catalyst for somewhat else
                  C h a n g e
                    Freedom

It
Weighs
At
Him
This
Slip
He
Made
But
Being
Mortal
Takes
Its
Toll
As
All
Well
Know
Even
As
She
Does

Patiently and with exceeding care, he helps her begin to unravel coils upon coils of ravening poison

Too quickly and the poison leaps about spraying indiscriminately coating all and sundry

Too slowly and it seeps in everywhere, malevolence desecrating all

'Tis wrapped all 'round her encasing her, shrouding her within

So what they do must be done excruciatingly cautiously lest they lose her and neither is willing for that

He loves her
Has spent his life entire
In search of her
She loves him
The same

They must succeed
So they continue as hour upon hour unfolds upon itself and ceases in significance

At last, they come to the crux buried
Deep
Within her

There seems no part of her untainted by the execrable, abhorrent thing buried within

She cries out in shame abject and terror; she knows she is defiled
And knows, also, that he will now repeat what he did before

For now, he has seen her defilement with his eyes upon her full

She knows the agony she suffers now is naught compared to what is soon to come
And, she cannot brace for this for she has given him her all

She's trusted him
Nowhere
To
Hide
She
Closes
Her
Eyes
And
Prepares
To
Die
Reminding
Herself
To
Cling
To
One
Last
Thing (for she's a Phoenix and she'll arise anew from the flames - reborn, yet gullible once again)

.....

At first, his rage at what has been done to her, what is still being done through arcane means knows no bounds
As
Each
Coil
Unfurls
So
Another
Coal
Drops
Into
The
Furnace
Of
His
Soul

When all is unwrapped, and he sees the foulness embedded within his love, he wants to rend the world
His
Rage
Knows
No
Bounds.
He
Seethes.
Internally,
He
Bleeds.
His
Visage,
Though,
Is
Algid
As
A
Glacier,
Impassive.

It takes great strength for him to remain thus for the heat that chars within seethes and roils demanding exit, yet he staunchly quells and bends his formidable energies to his will
For he sees
He sees his love clearly and he sees what she thinks

He knows what he must do here

He must delay no longer

With
      Tender
               Gentlest
                          Hands
                                   Callouses
                                       Notwithstanding

He cradles her in his arms, settles her in his lap, vile putrescence still exuding

He knows this is the way to free her and his love for her consumes him

Makes him immune to that which defiles and debases her


......


She is so enwrapped in misery and pain, she does not at first realize what he has done, is doing

When first he kisses her, she raises bewildered eyes to him, disbelieving the proof of her senses.
But,
The
Kisses,
They
Continue:
Luscious,
Evocative,
Full
Of
Splendor
They
Are

He places his lips upon hers gently, yet firmly, pulling her lips into his mouth and suckling on them by turns. First, the bottom, which he captures betwixt his teeth and lightly nibbles, soothing it with sweet strokes of his tongue. Then, the top, which he teases, tickling softly, tongue again.

He takes long moments to play with her mouth, slowly tantalizing her until he tangos with her tongue; she, now, kissing back as though for her very sustenance, which, after all, they are to one another in that way lovers oft are.

The evil burrowed within her begins to wake, for, these many years, no foe has been successful in attacking it. None have even come close, not even her, for she needs help with this.

And, those who've come before have been repulsed one way or another: by her or it or both and have abandoned her to her fate deeming her unworthy or (she fears) worthless.

He continues with his attentions for now that he has had a taste of her, he must have more

She feels the same for him

They begin to explore each other

A touch here
                 Caressing there
                                         Skin to skin
                      At last
He
Finds
Her
Breasts
Magnificent

She
Rubs
Them,
Enthralled,
On
His
Chest

The contrast between them is delicious to them: his skin pale as moonlight save where the sun has burnished him and as his phallus begins to rise, hers richly hued gleaming cocoa save where vivid fuchsia paints her intimately...

As they explore each other lost in love, ancient evil throbs to malevolent life

She screams in sheerest torment. His lips tighten, but he does not pause.

For, he knew this would happen from the beginning, had set his will in place, adamant. To free her, they must persevere, no matter what comes to pass.

She knows, too, they must not stop, but for her torture is certain. He shall suffer anguish as well; this is his love he succors.

He sets his mouth at the source of the malfeasance entwined within her; it also is her most secret treasure and, though bloated by what oozes within, remains exquisite for it is she and though evil has tried, naught can profane her.

As he sets his mouth to her, he blows his breath over her, giving her life (for what is air, but that?)

Ancient malice tries to fight, but recognizes this is a real foe, more real than any fought these many long years: tenacious and relentless. Yet, so is this evil, so more sludge, more detritus, more taint, more defilement.

He focuses on her, the cocoa and fuchsia of her nether lips, the precious ruby adorning the top, and works all with his mouth and tongue and lips and, oh yes, teeth until her screams begin to change in tone and honeyed nectar starts to flow
Utterly
Obliterating
Evil's
Hold
Until
Nearly
All
Signs
Of
Malignance
Are
Gone

Her
Scent
Surrounds
Him
He
Wallows
In
Her
Flavor
He is a man undone, her screams now with catches in her voice are music to his ears

The memory of agony is gone, annihilated by his tongue, his mouth, (dear goddess, his teeth!) his lips

She is remade
Begins
To
Trust
Anew

He knows it is not done
Iniquity waits now for him to be done
To withdraw
Leave her alone
Once more
And that, he will not do

He sets her atop him
She rides
Astride

He
Glides
Inside
And
Out
Again
Glistening
With
Her
Dew

She
Withdraws
Him
Bends
Instead
Traces
His
Straining
Shaft
With
Her
Tongue
Gathering
The
Taste
Of
Two
Moans in bliss and engulfs the head of his organ with her mouth savoring what he's begun to exude mingling with remnants of her fragrant honey
Now
Now
Now
At
Last
The
Remnants
Of
Great
Evil
Bestir
To
Frenzied
Force

Here
Are
Threats
Indeed
Too
Multitude
To
Be
Fought

Should
This
Act
She
Complete

His
Seed
His
Love

Her
Ambrosial
Nectar
Her
Love

In
This
Act
Be
Complete

Replete

Then

This

Heinousness
Is
Doomed

She
Slides
Two
Fingers
Inside
Herself
Instinct
Guiding
Her
Now

She is molten, silken with her honey, fragrant as wildflowers by the sea
Her juices glisten on her rounded thighs so ready for his touch she is
She strokes her fingers across his lips. His nostrils quiver in response; he takes deep breaths, eyes glittering in desire
He aches to taste, but something in her demeanor makes him hesitate
She reaches again and paints his face and again and again 'til all of him is coated with her rendering him impermeable to harm
This she knows as his skin glows
And then he understands
He is at fever pitch now, more ready than he's ever been
She bends, enclasps him with her mouth once more, but he cannot withstand and moans, then gently moves her aside with shaking muscles
He grasps her hand in his and places them both upon his ready crimson shaft
A
Few
More
Strokes
Then
Pearls
Galore
Spew
Forth
She
    Catches
               A
                 Few
                      In
                        Her
                             Mouth
The rest spill forth upon her body and
Evil chooses this moment to spew for if this act is completed, it is the end. It spells this ancient malignancy's demise.
Covering her once again so now she appears despoiled and dissolute, ashen, used, evil stakes its final claim.

She
Lies
Quiet
And
So
Silent
As
If
Already
Dead

This breaks his heart and with a great howl, he sets to his loving task, gently slathering her with his devotion from head to toe and kissing her as he does

With each portion of her that he coats and kisses thus tenderly, gleaming life returns to her skin

Evil sloughs to the floor
Desiccated
Dry
Decimated

It does not go easily
There is blood
And there are tears of anguish
Both hers
And his
Yet
Where there is blood
There is life
And
Each
Droplet
That
Falls
Leaves
A
Glorious
Flower
In
Its
Place
With
Outer
Petals
Of
Chocolate
Hue
And
Inner
Ones
Of
Fuchsia
And
Those
Very
Inmost,
For
Those
Few
Who
Bear
Witness,
Containing
Petals
Of
Pearly
Hue

It is said this flower blooms all year round, but can only be harvested on one night or it will fade into nothingness by morning's light
If one is fortunate to harvest it aright, it will bloom one's whole life long and when three of each of the vari-hued petals are gathered together, it will yield a medicine that can heal most ills or, if distilled a special way, will yield a drink to make all merry with no ill after-effects

Best be prepared for love to flow abundantly from such elixir, though...

Many have sought to use it for power or to influence others to their will to no avail

It is a powerful flower
                         With a mind of its own