The shadow of the moonlight cast bright

illuminating the rouge lace clinging to her radiant skin

And all the holy parts of him gave rise to the mischief dwelling deep within.

She's on her knees; he's begging her please

Is it prayer or a plea?

Praying for all the pleasures and sweetest pain.  

He unmasks her darkest cravings and emboldens her whimpers, compelling her surrender.