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.

Her beauty reads like a book;
                      Like a drug
                      eyes red, one-line,
                      hooked.

you tell me my ribs look like a butterfly
about to soar into the warm summer night.
I must agree, my chest cracked open
my flesh exposed to you, bare, naked
just for you.

I try to speak, but with my lips barely parted
only blood can dribble out, down my chin.
you straddle me, and drag the blade
further down, past my torso.

the skin around my pelvis tears open
with blood bubbling nauseously
around the open wound.

a burning hot tear slides down your cheek
and you murmur that I was pregnant.

my shallow breaths tell you that
the baby was yours.

my skin feels so tight, so overpowering,
so wrong,
and my eyelids slide over my vision,
casting me into a searing darkness
one last time.

I finally adorn myself with
these wings of bone
and fly free.

He lays me down
For the first time
And kisses me gently.
His hand moves gingerly
Down my side.
He does his best to
Keep eye contact
while I'm naked under him.

I feel appreciated,
Respected,
Cared for.

I can tell I can open up to him
About what I'd really like
In this bed...

I want those tender lips
To part against my neck
And hips.
I want those gentle hands
Clasped tightly around my wrists.
I want his anxious eyes
To explore his lust with me.

And then I want him
To give in
To take me

Pull me
Grab me
Bite me
Scratch me
Pin me
**** me

I'll tell him its okay to pull my hair
And show him the best way to do it.
I'll tell him its even better with bruises
Tied down, blind-folded.
I'll be dripping with sweat
While you drip wax. And
I'll be soaking wet.

But we've only been dating for a month. Guess I'll keep secrets
Until they won't scare him off.