I’m simple
Hunger when it
Comes to you
Hold you just short
Of crushing you
A growl in the back
Of my throat
The way you fit
My hands
The sweet cries
Pain to the unitiated,
Liquid in the new direction of
My authority
You’re mine
But I work to earn you
Through reveling in
The waves of your ocean
The sussurant rustle of
Each leaf in your forest
And I know each motion
Like my breath,
Like my breath.
MB Blissett 
Damn I love this! To be seen and held fast. Known and safe. Yes. This is wonderful.
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