He Is Mine

His essence slowly fills my mind,
His touch lifts me to rapture.
His eyes burn, and melt.
This is heaven.

His strength weakens me,
Desire overwhelming with demand.
He is substance, and scent, and flavor.
He embraces me.

Shrouded by his heat,
His fire brands my soul,
His insatiable hunger,
Gorging on me.

Quiet now, we lie entwined,
Rough hands roam luxuriously on my skin.
Exquisite release our gift.
He is mine.

Published by

Lisa Hoadley

One 4-week internship short of a Journalism diploma (College of the North Atlantic, NL). Freelance writer/photographer specializing in travel and lifestyle assignments. 8th Place Winner in the 15th Annual Writer's Digest Short Short Story Competition; 4th Place in Writer's Digest Writing Competition, Magazine Article Division.

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