I held my space, but I offered him ownership of the house, I liked him so much.
He said no, sweetheart not that, not quite.
He took the deed and swallowed it. He took me and swallowed me.
Built himself into the wood, the nails, the metal and glass.
Made my space his space,
Created me... His place.
Languish lan·guish (ˈlaŋ-gwĭsh)
verb
She dips her fingers in moonlit waters, to catch the stars that wait just behind the clouds.
(Related Greek: λαγνεύω (lagneuō) – to lust or yearn intensely.)
Hanker
han·ker (ˈhaŋ-kər)
verb
She passes the glass window of the patisserie everyday, inhales the scent of butter and cream, her stomach grumbling and her fingers drawing lines on the glass as she forces herself to keep moving.
(Related Greek: ποθέω (potheō) – to long for or yearn after.)
I've held my space and gaurded
my boundaries.
I've wandered away
returned
invited others in
to hold the quiet with me
under the weight of midnight
and the grace of day.
Until
I gave it all away
surrendered
and became his territory.
How can the night
Be so empty and hold so much
See so far yet be so blind?
How can I stand beneath its blanket,
Looking at the same moon you see
Yet not be able to touch you
Beg you, please. Let me. Let me.
How can the wind that breathes your skin
And now kisses mine
Know your taste, hold your smile
As I stand here so far away,
My hands still empty
Whispering please
Oh, please God, let me, let me.
Let me shed everything,
And come to you
Until you can come to me.
Please.
Under his control
Under his command
He holds my chain,
The one connected to my
darkest, darling
everythings.
It's not always polite,
It's not always sexy,
But he makes it
always feels safe
To be fully me.
He feeds me
decadence and lust
like dark chocolate
that melts under the pads of his fingers,
luscious across my lips,
painted and smeared down my chest
circled over curves and peaks.
He
draws slow, so slow
In thick cream and sweet
Edging bitter
cutting into me
at just the right
deep.
Here is my comfort
My service
My home
Just let me adore you
Give to you
Go deeper.
Maybe its obsession
Some mental tangle of greed
Maybe its possession
Unhealthy because I've fallen hard
And all I think about is you
Maybe its forever
A home where I can finally sleep
Next to you
Filled with you
Free of every thing but you
I don't want to forget
where I've been
who I've loved
who I obsessed over and
who made me cry
or laugh.
I record everything.
I want to remember where
all the scars came from.
It isn't for anyone
She tenderly touches the leather and fine silver, chosen specifically for her
The most intimate of gifts
an enduring connection
She loves the feeling of belonging to him
She'll wear the #collar proudly
She'll be his treasure
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A whisper soft, a glance held deep,
A secret language hearts do keep.
Seduce her heart, and other things will flow,
Like rivers finding paths they know.
A trust unfolds, a fragile bloom,
Dispelling darkness, chasing gloom.
The laughter shared, the quiet sighs,
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