A Dark Night for the Soul by Black Phoenix

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A/n:I wrote this on a whim while listening to A Dark Night For the Soul by Philip Wesley. It's a beautiful song if you have the mind for it. I suggest listening to it while reading this. You feel it deep within yourself, at least that's what it does to me. Enjoy!

The winds ghosted through her tresses, embracing her flesh. Eyes closed to hear the call more clearly. The silence beckoned her ever deeper into the void. She knew that call well and followed her master. Opening her eyes once again to gaze upon the beauty of the ever silent moon, her constant companion and lover. It's light kissing her always, ever watchful. It was time they met again. She removed her kimono, slowly teasing herself with the gentle nature of the wind, until she lay bare for him. Lowering herself into a seiza she awaited her signal to begin. She knew not to touch herself in anyway, the pleasure he would wrought from her body was something she could never achieve on her own, though he never touched her, could never touch her. Her inky strands stilled in the night, the wind having ceased it's travel to places unknown.

The forest quieted into a hushed whisper, no longer a quiet clamoring of the creatures of the night. A moth flew across her field of vision, almost silver in his light, it's  glittering mist trailing behind it. A demure smile formed upon her lips, her lover was ready. His light seemed to brighten upon her, intensifying as she lowered her lashes upon her cheeks, raven's wings against a summer's snow. Her senses heightened, the hair on her nape standing on end, the atmosphere grew heavy, magic was in the air. The winds picked up suddenly whipping her hair, none too harsh. It wrapped about her torso, tightening her peaks, aching for a lover's touch. Her tresses tickled her body as they flew about, the wind moving them this way and that, swirling about her, making her ache in places she could only yearn to soothe. The cool bite of the wind against the intensity of her need left her on edge, an ache that left her breathless and wanting formed in her stomach moving lower as the fire spread to her most sacred of temples. And as she thought that he would leave her on the edge, the winds lowered themselves, gliding along her slickened folds. She could only spread her thighs wider, revealing her pearl to his ministrations, searching for the ghost of his touch. He knew her body well as it was not long before her power exploded from her in rivulets of her ecstasy, wild and untamed.She could no longer keep her body upright as her power unleashed itself.

Her body now lay on the crumpled remains of her kimono, spent and in bliss she opened her eyes to gaze upon him. Many people question the idea of the man on the moon, let alone his existence, but her ever faithful lover was never far away, ever watchful over his charge. They could continue to question his existence, but she will forever crave his touch. Her silent companion, her protector, her lover, the killing perfection, Sesshomaru.

A/n: I know it doesn't make much sense. But when does the effect of the mind from music make any sense?  I may come back and clean it up or make it something more, but for now the raw beauty is just perfect for me.