Power of the Night

His arms reached out for me,
encompassing the night.
I felt his pull, and the power of
his desire ensnaring me gently and
drawing me close
wrapping me in his arms.
Eyes as dark and deep as
father time, and just as knowing--smiling
at my helplessness
so warm and cold and
unapproachable--yet there they are--
welcoming me in.
I go to him, drawn to that power
shivering that he could call me
knowing that I would not refuse.
he scared me, terrified me
I knew he wasn't to be trusted
he wore his danger like a cloak
and I knew that he would destroy me,
and still...still I could not help it.
I wanted it to be him who destroyed me.
His arms dropping down to his sides,
unnecessary now as safe in his knowledge
that he'd trapped me, he let me go.
Nothing to hold me to him
but my own lack of will to pull away
Muscles hard, and intimidating--
no fool, I, I knew what they could do.
yet, I wanted him to,
Such was his power,
the power of the night.