I.
His hands on my skin are warm and his touch is feather light
and he moves and I inhale his voice rumbles low murmurs in my ear
that sends waves of chills down the length of my spine.
because while he says he wants to treat me gently, that voice speaks
of promises that could take me over rough and hard and fast
if he were to only stop holding back.
And when I'm lost and at my limit and let out breathless pleas,
his entire demeanor changes and I'm able to glimpse at his eyes
molten and wild and wanting that makes me quake and tremble
because he will break me down, and he will still do it gently

II.
He is not mine,
He is not mine and I feel safe in the ambiguity
I feel safe because there are no lies of love where it does not linger
He comes back because he likes to, he wants to and I could
never ask for more

III.
A desperate jealousy consumes my soul when he looks at her
When he speaks to her with that voice she doesn't know I notice
And I cover my ears when she replies in a similar tone
And I must bite my tongue and clench my fists to stop myself
From wrapping my hands around his eyes, from calling out his name,
To focus his vision back on me, to not whisper the words
    I am here
Because she has everything, her beauty, her grace, her talent, her love 
    And all I have ever had is what you have given me
Please don't let her have you too