Bringing Innocence to Her Knees

To Reaper

Last night you visited me Lover
I can still taste your sweet berry kiss,
fingers that caress
over the peaks and valleys of my curves,
I arch my hips into the heavy weight of you.

I respond to your control
and you know it,
you bring me to my knees at your
midnight visits.

I open my eyes
in hope to gaze into yours,
the sensation you stir inside by
your soft deep whisper,

but I wake to find myself alone
in twisted sheets wrapped around me
like a cocoon, I curl up in a little half-crescent.
How I burn and ache for you and
this rises up like smoke.

What is this?

Can you bring Innocence to her knees?

I think you can.