You were a trophy, and I had to have you.

You captivated everyone with your brilliant eyes and slender waist. Everyone wanted you: wanted to be you, wanted to be with you, wanted to be in you.

You were light and my black heart needed to conquer you.

So, I wooed you. I turned on my charm and you fell easily under its spell. You gave into every little note filled with empty promises and obliged me with tender caresses when I whispered loving words in your ear.

My presence brought a smile to your face and I counted down the seconds until I could be inside you.

And when I took you to my bed, you opened your legs for me. You, yourself, pulled off your shirt and put my hands on you. You forced me flush against you and moaned into my ear. You rode me until we were both spent.

You whispered your words of love and I counted again, counted down the seconds until sleep would claim you and I could toss you off me. And when the time finally came, I left your naked body. I admired the way your bare back and leg found their way outside of the sheet now laden with our sweat and sex.

And I left my bed curtains open so that everyone could see my new trophy; see what I had conquered.

In the morning when you awoke, I bet you searched for me and convinced yourself there was a veritable excuse for my absence. I bet you felt embarrassed when you collected your clothes and walked past my common room with your hair uncombed and missing one of your stockings. But you promised yourself that you would forgive me.

And I almost wish I could have seen your face when I dismissed your subtle touch to my elbow or when I threw my arm around another girl.

I bet you, my new shiny trophy, cried. And I just don't care.


This was a bit darker than my others but I wanted to try something different.
Let me know if it was worth it: Review, please.