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Thomas EG Jun 2018
You possess full ownership
To the key to my heart's door
And it means an awful lot
To not only have a spot

High upon your shelf, but
To feel you open the padlock,
Tiptoe in, your smile against mine,
And tuck, and lock, yourself inside
Clearing out my drafts
~June 11th
Alice Lovey Apr 2018
I want to possess you.

I want the quivering of your throne,
The trembling of your bones underneath me.
I want beautiful blood to bleed for me.
Reach for me from your place beneath me.

Between my fingers
I want to feel the struggling breaths of your heart,
Pinched veins in your throat,
And your whimper like a sweet ****.
In the dark...the dark.

The dark in my selfish eyes match the night.
The coo in my voice tells you it's fine...
Bruises ruin ruined skin,
I make you mine.

Thin nails along your jaw,
Devil's claw.
Say it now, say it raw:
You are mine.

Never let another come near,
Nor touch you, taste you.
Raging jealousy, I fear.
You are my pet who speaks when I say, my dear.

On the scent of musk, a predator's lust;
I must admit unsettling crime:
I'm tired of watching...
I'll make you mine.

Now beg for me.
Rope 'round your wrists,
Under my control.
You are darling like this.

Teeth leave starved greedy marks,
Labored torn lips and fingertips
Where the sweat pools in the dark...
The dark.
Self-explanatory, but I wanted to go for something a little more adult and violent. May edit this more later; for now, I am exhausted.
md-writer Feb 2018
be not possessed
by any thing or passion

but

possess thyself in love and purity

for so he wills to dwell within his broken and beloved sheep

and ever gently leads them
and he shall be thy portion
Rachna Beegun Jan 2017
HIM
He had the power to both possess and shatter my entire universe, so he chose the latter. But he didn't know that it wasn't that easy to break me.
Arcassin B Oct 2016
By Arcassin Burnham

I sense your loving embrace,
can't nobody tell you different love
your a rocket ship in my eyes
you make me feel alive

Beat around the bush but the bush could
Get cut down,
I wouldn't feel this way in shambles if i
Had you now,
I could put away my childish things to
Only later return to a kiss,
I wish that I could taste it,  I could reach
It if it wasn't made of pure bliss,
am I what your looking for,

I sense your loving embrace,
can't nobody tell you different love
your an rocket ship in my eyes
you make me feel alive
and when I'm not talking to the hive,
my heart and lasting memories can be
soon enough repaired

I won't just die
cause the memory of you is still here.
©ABPoetry2016
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/10/lookin-for.html
taia Apr 2016
i ask for what i
know i can never possess
do i never learn?
Viseract Feb 2016
Met a demon at the crossroads,
Under the night sky
Called her out because I wanted her
And I needed help to fly

"Possess me" I said,
Then a rush of warmth filled my veins
Why I needed her I didn't know
But love drives me insane

For payment she stole something,
Although I guess she played her part
She helped me get my life back on track
But now she has my heart
I don't view you as a demon, it just emphasizes my main message
Tea-ful Dec 2015
Where the sky and the earth meet is where my love is created.

Where it's always just out of reach and not physically tangible. Where the sun visits daily and the birds are in constant pursuit of.

A love that can be seen but never possessed  long enough to give away.

-F.T.
Her eyes posses a certain beauty that not even the Earth has seen,
and her smile captures the hearts of those that gaze in her direction.
She is unaware of the power she has in such a simple gesture and it drives even the most sane people into craziness.
~o.b.
Kerri Oct 2015
She wraps herself up in a blanket
and tucks herself in at night.
So alone in the world,
as the cold creeps around her,
and anxiety possesses her body.

She's watched her sister poison her body
with candy from the gutters.
She's watched her mother paint her own wrists
with a knife.
She feels helpless and at times hopeless,
aching for a positive change and a chance to be free.

She sees the world beautifully
and that light burns inside and flickers in her eyes,
yet the pain she sees around her takes her hostage,
and drags her around like a puppet on a string,
and like other weary souls she slips through the cracks
of secondhand pain.
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