#meant - Hello Poetry

I had the softest, strangest dream– sweet as silk, yet edged with flame, a hush of longing wrapped in dark, a quiet pulse that spoke your name. Beside me lay a distant world, turned away, too tired, too still– but somewhere deeper, under breath, another hunger bent my will. And then– like dusk that knows my every sin, you slipped into the space within. Dressed in black, a shadowed grace, no face to hold– yet I could tell, my heart knew yours without a doubt, like something summoned, something fell. And softly– like a prayer I shouldn’t keep, I whispered low, almost asleep– teddy bear.... teddy bear.... The name melted on my tongue, a fragile thing, a dangerous thread, half devotion, half desire, a place where innocence had bled. I moved to you, small and warm, a trembling thing drawn to your heat, gentle, aching, almost shy– yet undone at your feet. My eyes found yours– and stayed there, caught, as if the world had come to rest, as if every secret I ever hid had risen quietly in my chest. There was no rush– only rhythm, slow and deep, a closeness that felt almost sacred, a promise only dreams could keep. You held me like you meant it– not soft.... but certain, still, like I was something to be kept, not broken– only bent to will. And I– I didn’t fight, I didn’t flee, I let it take the rest of me.... Because it was you. Something dark, yet tender too, a sweetness laced with something wild, like being seen too deeply through– not a woman.... almost a child in the way I trembled, the way I stayed, the way I quietly obeyed. teddy bear.... Again it slipped– a sacred sin, a name I wasn’t meant to keep, yet wore it softly on my lips like something mine, like something deep. You drew the breath out of my chest, not cruel– just claiming what was there, and in that space between restraint, I found myself laid open.... bare. Not broken– no, but reshaped slow, like dark affection learning light, like every hidden, aching need had finally stepped into the night. And I felt tears– not sharp, not sore, but something warm I can’t ignore, a quiet joy, a trembling plea– stay like this.... stay here with me.... Because with you, even the shadows felt like home, even the ache was softly known. I don’t want perfect, polished love, I don’t want gentle hands alone– I want the way you hold me close like something fragile you still own. Your flaws, your voice, your stubborn mind– every edge I shouldn’t crave, every part that makes you YOU is every part that makes me cave. So if I whisper it again– if I let this feeling show.... teddy bear.... Will you hear me this time? Because you know– no one else will ever be this hunger wrapped in loyalty, this aching, endless, burning thread– this love that feels like destiny. So take me– not harsh, but sure, not loud, but something more.... Something that lingers in my skin, something I can’t ignore. Make me yours– your wild, your soft, your little bunny, sweet and lost, caught between the need to kneel and the need to be devoured at cost. Call me yours in silent ways, trace your presence, leave it there, make me soft and wild at once– your little bunny.... for her teddy bear. Or are you scared? Not bold enough to take the flame, not selfish enough to stake your claim, not reckless enough to choose me whole– and set our worlds alight the same? So choose me. Just once– don’t turn away, don’t let this fire decay, take my hand and run with me– before I fade, before I stray. ♡ lil-usagi

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Apr 28

Apr 28, 2026 at 2:41 PM UTC

lil-usagi

Teddy Bear

I had the softest, strangest dream– sweet as silk, yet edged with flame, a hush of longing wrapped in dark, a quiet pulse that spoke your name. Beside me lay a distant world, turned away, too tired, too still– but somewhere deeper, under breath, another hunger bent my will. And then– like dusk that knows my every sin, you slipped into the space within. Dressed in black, a shadowed grace, no face to hold– yet I could tell, my heart knew yours without a doubt, like something summoned, something fell. And softly– like a prayer I shouldn’t keep, I whispered low, almost asleep– teddy bear.... teddy bear.... The name melted on my tongue, a fragile thing, a dangerous thread, half devotion, half desire, a place where innocence had bled. I moved to you, small and warm, a trembling thing drawn to your heat, gentle, aching, almost shy– yet undone at your feet. My eyes found yours– and stayed there, caught, as if the world had come to rest, as if every secret I ever hid had risen quietly in my chest. There was no rush– only rhythm, slow and deep, a closeness that felt almost sacred, a promise only dreams could keep. You held me like you meant it– not soft.... but certain, still, like I was something to be kept, not broken– only bent to will. And I– I didn’t fight, I didn’t flee, I let it take the rest of me.... Because it was you. Something dark, yet tender too, a sweetness laced with something wild, like being seen too deeply through– not a woman.... almost a child in the way I trembled, the way I stayed, the way I quietly obeyed. teddy bear.... Again it slipped– a sacred sin, a name I wasn’t meant to keep, yet wore it softly on my lips like something mine, like something deep. You drew the breath out of my chest, not cruel– just claiming what was there, and in that space between restraint, I found myself laid open.... bare. Not broken– no, but reshaped slow, like dark affection learning light, like every hidden, aching need had finally stepped into the night. And I felt tears– not sharp, not sore, but something warm I can’t ignore, a quiet joy, a trembling plea– stay like this.... stay here with me.... Because with you, even the shadows felt like home, even the ache was softly known. I don’t want perfect, polished love, I don’t want gentle hands alone– I want the way you hold me close like something fragile you still own. Your flaws, your voice, your stubborn mind– every edge I shouldn’t crave, every part that makes you YOU is every part that makes me cave. So if I whisper it again– if I let this feeling show.... teddy bear.... Will you hear me this time? Because you know– no one else will ever be this hunger wrapped in loyalty, this aching, endless, burning thread– this love that feels like destiny. So take me– not harsh, but sure, not loud, but something more.... Something that lingers in my skin, something I can’t ignore. Make me yours– your wild, your soft, your little bunny, sweet and lost, caught between the need to kneel and the need to be devoured at cost. Call me yours in silent ways, trace your presence, leave it there, make me soft and wild at once– your little bunny.... for her teddy bear. Or are you scared? Not bold enough to take the flame, not selfish enough to stake your claim, not reckless enough to choose me whole– and set our worlds alight the same? So choose me. Just once– don’t turn away, don’t let this fire decay, take my hand and run with me– before I fade, before I stray. ♡ lil-usagi