MINE: a poem
This is dedicated to someone, and he knows who he is.
MINE
I am a predator.
My thoughts are not chaste.
I want it understood-
you are my prey.
I give you a valentine. On it, it says "be mine."
It's not a joke.
It's a vow,
a declaration of intent.
BE. MINE.
It is a promise that
I will seduce you,
happily give you things you want,
because what I want from you
is to be forever in your veins.
I want to fill you,
find the places in you
that nobody knows
that nobody can reach.
I want to open them,
I want to make them mine.
I want to make you mine.
Make no mistake:
I am not safe.
You are not safe.
I am a dragon, and you are my hoard.
I am a fox in your henhouse, and you can't keep me out.
I am a lion, and you are my pride and my joy.
I am a fallen angel, and my goal is heaven on earth for us.
So, here's what I want from you.
I want you to give yourself to me,
to the weight of my desire.
I want my touch, my gaze, to light you on fire.
And no, I don't want it to be comfortable,
not always.
I'm safe because I want to be.
I'm benevolent because I wish to be.
I need you to understand that,
and never mistake me as harmless.
I want my cock, my tongue, my fingers
to be keys which open your locks.
I want to undo you with my wit and my finesse.
But sometimes?
Sometimes I want my lust to be a crowbar.
I want to force my way inside you,
open you,
in a way you cannot fathom,
in a way that leaves you bare
and exposed
and mine.
It is my need which will fuck you,
my mind,
my magic,
my history,
my sorrow,
my passion,
my body.
I want to claim you, to own you.
I want to keep you safe, and heal you.
I want to turn your wounds into sorceries.
I want to devour you,
to consume you with faith and frenzy.
And when you give yourself to me?
When you're mine forever?
I want you to know
in that moment
when you are empty
and blissfully wrung out,
that moment which will live eternally
in us-
you were wanted
you were needed
and you were delicious.
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