What twists, what turns, what burns, what knows

I want you filled with me, consumed by my will, by your shame and pleasure. Knowing that I will take care of you in all the ways you dream about in your dark heart. Knowing that at times I will break you with kindness and love even as I bruise you and blood you as your deep desires twist and beg for. You are mine. Wake every day knowing that you are owned. That you are desired. That there is someone who is willing to burn and be burned in the pyre of you. Do not despair of my kindness. Of my deep well of love. Think not of only the soft and light that I speak of. That of my actions to care for you. Remember, that until you give explicit consent, the beast of me is shackled. But know, it waits, it sees you and we hunger.

Bright light spills from the space my heart used to be

Your voice is a deep pool of laughter and bright
I’d spend my days crafting words for you to speak
they create shivers down my spine
And wake desires with but a innocent turn of phrase
Life is but a series of moments strung together by your presence and the undying hope of forever
In this life or I will find you in the next
Until
At last
We belong to each other

Not a minute less than forever

I have not a childish need
Or teenagers lust for you

Your form
Though attractive
Is not what is sought

I’ve see you in meadow
In shade
In dappled drop

Across peaks
Down chasm
In flame and storm

Your head held high
I seek you

Not for a moments pleasure
But for a lifetime of pain

A pain born of minutes in anger or seconds without you

This grasping of nothing
This uncertainty told tale
Instead

Say yes
For you,
I’ll bend the world