Soul Mates

 His broad shoulders rose in the dead of night rising from the deep to behold his worthy opponent. She gazed into his dark soul pulling the black from the grey, distinction by distinction. Who they were mattered to the lost and lonely, to each other, they defied time and space, as inconceivable as it sounds; He rose from the East and She from the South baring boneyards of crypts mistaken for memories with badges forgotten.

 She rode in the dark, heart aflame, celestial personified slaying demons between orgasms forming universes against time. He watched her beauty form from the wreckage, sovereign accomplice, expanding her wings in all her glory. They two ebbed and flowed throughout space and time existing purely for the others pleasure, no limits.

 Without his muse, he would not dream.

 Absent her inspiration, she would not manifest. Without each other, they would not be the force before you, nor will you see it's like again.