The memory of your lips pressed
Against my exposed shell
sparks a fire in my bones
That nothing can quell
Nothing,
But you.
The ghost of your tongue flitting across my skin,
leaving a trail of goosebumps in your wake
Haunts me in the darkest of night.
My fingers delve between the sheets
Searching for release,
And I recall the sweet thrill of your touch
The burn of the leather
Your hand around my throat
Awakening the wolf within me,
Your name dancing between my parted lips.
Sir,
I can hear you calling,
The beast behind your blue eyes
Battling his chains,
Clawing for liberation,
I can hear him calling
To the creature hiding in my shadows.
She wakes to the melody of your command,
The touch of your hand,
She simply needs to please and
Oh,
does the beast within me
Yearn to please you.
It is a craving I cannot indulge,
An insatiable appetite for the imprints left on skin,
A constant reminder of you.
She aches for the sanctuary found in the art of falling apart,
Just to be put back together.
She needs to be devoured,
she longs for the release that she has been denied for so long.
And I try
I try to replace your hands with my own
With his, with hers but nothing
No one,
Quiets the storm the way that you do.
The beast within me,
Well…
She belongs to you.