Making me Yours

You draw a finger along the shape of my cheek,

cupping my face with tender hands

Breathing deeply the scent that I wear

your lips barely touching mine.

I desire, I want, I need.

You back me to the wall, using your presence as a barrier

and I groan with desire.

You capture my mouth in yours, possessing me

claiming what you want, what you desire, what you have earned.

Knees shake unable to support me

as I collapse into your arms.

You carry me forward and drop me on the bed

as I watch from lidded eyes.

There is no explanation required;

as you drop down next to me.

All we have is this time, this now

take me and make me yours.

 

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

March 16/17

I knew you were trouble….

I should have know, when you walked in the door

that tonight was going to be different.

You gathered me in your arms and held me so tight

whispering in my ear.

‘Baby I am sorry, it was out of my control’

I know that within the logic of my brain

but with the need comes desire and it must be fed.

I loose myself in your warm embrace, feeling safe and secure

you lips meet mine, possessing, devouring

Taking what is yours.

I should have known when we first did meet

that you were going to be trouble

But I set that aside and gave myself over,

to the feelings and the desires.

I writhed beneath your hands, your body

for you consumed me with your heat

and right than and there, I knew you were going to be trouble

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

March 16/17