28: Inkling

it was just an inkling,
nothing more,
the softest of whispers
before the dawn

his touch speaking volumes,
a sweet caress
as she folded into his arms,
become his to possess

his to hold,
his to bind
all his to do as he pleased
two hearts entwined

and in the morning light,
when the doubts would flee
she knew then he was hers
utterly, completely

via Daily Prompt: Inkling

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