Been a while since I had enough time to let my muse speak to me… but this poem demanded to be written.
(Disclaimer: The bigger picture is not Tom but reminded me of him. This is non-commercial fan art, no copyright infringement intended.)
Possession
He moves
In a way that proves
That you’re his
His to kiss and his to lick
His to taunt and his to tease
Until you’re panting and slick
Willing to beg on your knees
He touches you
In a way that’s always new
To keep you on your toes
So you’re never sure how far he goes
Never bored but always safe and secure
Because he knows what you can endure
Until you come apart, again and again
He knows
Every bruise that shows
Because only he has the right to mark
Only he gets to taste you and feel you
Nobody else lights that secret spark
That makes you forget your own name
Nobody else has the right to stake a claim
He’ll stalk
Talk the talk and walk the walk
Reduce you to a whimpering mess
Say all the right words, whisper silkily
Sneak a stroking hand beneath your dress
He’ll get you wet with the barest touch
Prolong your pleasure until it’s almost too much
He owns you
You know it’s true
Every gasp and moan is for him
When you buck and you strain
When you have an erotic dream
It’s all his to hurt and then his to soothe
You welcome him soft, slick and smooth
He’s your sir
The one who makes you purr
Who makes you clench and shout
Who holds your heart in his strong hands
And turns your lips into a swollen pout
He caresses and he drives so deep
That you still feel him in your sleep
He moves
In a way that proves
That you belong in his arms
On your back beneath him
On your knees before him
You’re his to bite and to devour
And you feel loved in his power
© Devika Fernando
“On your knees before him…”
DAMN WOMAN
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