In the Dark

I read a poem called In the Dark  
the things that were done  
are things that leave marks  
 
I caught my breath  
With every stroke of the pen  
There was nothing left  
Once they entered the den  
 
There was only one light  
That's shown in the pitch  
One shimmering glow  
My breath did  hitch  
 
There was no denying  
What they were there to do  
Once he began the tying  
 She breathed anew  
 
This is a ceremony  
The two have begun  
This is deeper than matrimony  
The two become one  
 
With the raise of a hand  
and a connection to flesh  
It echoed off the walls  
It stole her breath  
 
She knew the signals  
He heeded the signs  
He pulled her up  
Making sure to intertwine  
 
The cords was intricate  
a beautiful design  
The tighter they were  
The darker the marks are left behind  
 
The night was dark  
Decadent and sweet  
The room was stark  
A perfect place to meet  
 
A surrendering so complete  
It would tear out a soul  
She surrendered where their bodies meet  
He entered every hole  
 
She began to tremble  
As the intent to see if she could last  
He increased the tempo  
His semen he blasts  
 
“Are you ready”  
He did ask  
She nodded her head  
As he pushed 1 silver ball at a time inside her ass  
 
She whimpered and mewed  
Ready to burst  
Her desire was fueled  
With the first outburst  
 
1 by 1 he pulled them out  
1 by 1 she screamed and wiggled about  
His smile was dark and hidden from the light  
His enjoyment was dark and should be kept out of sight  
 
When her orgasm struck  
A sight to behold  
Another one struck  
As if it could be controlled  
 
Their night will end  
In the ray, of first light  
But as long as there is darkness  
They enjoy the night