Mine
I can get a bit possessive...
Another poem as I work on some longer stories - coming soon!
Mine
Your pulse beneath my tight grip
Rhythm caught as power scales tip
Whispered secrets, raw and stark
Where every breath leaves its mark
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I trace your muscles, claim each line
Your trembling flesh holds my sign
Each curve a blushed territory seized
Each part of you an aching need
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My hands dole out gentle pain
With touches meant to mark and stain
Where breath becomes a broken song
The splintered distance of right and wrong
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I want to own you, deep and bold
No softness here, just hunger's hold
Not gentle - but with fierce intent
To break, consume, indulgent scent
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Desire pools like darkened wine
Between the spaces you'll define
A single verse of pure control
Where I consume your very soul