Unmoored

she’s feeling unmoored
undone
not knowing if she’s awake
or caught in the web she’d spun

seeking solace in her thoughts,
she pensively weaves
threads of happiness and laughter
and sweet deceit

until he comes,
unsuspecting
caught in the lies she tells,
unrelenting

in her need for submission
to his desires
until he rules her heart
and quenches her fires

via Daily Prompt: Unmoored

Mine – 16

he yearns for her
like she were the spaces
between each breath,
knitting the air
with her smiles,
his heart in tune with her every sigh
and moan,
where there lie only desperation
and desire

Mine – 14

his hand traces
the scars on her skin
left there so long ago
a faint line here, followed
by another in a row
and there is no judgment
for the secrets
he knows

i see you, he tells her,
and though i’ll never know
the things that happened then
i hear them
i feel them –
each scar telling me
their story
from each beginning
to each end

Mine – 10

why do you love me?
she asks
as he runs his fingers
through her hair
is it my submission
that turns you on?
or is it the power
you hold
over our sweet affair?

you hold the power,
he says to her
with a look,
a safe word
there’s nothing that I do
that’s ever meant
to hurt you
for nothing between us
is ever blurred

This is for National Poetry Month, where I’m writing on a theme. Inspired by Álvaro de la Herrán‘s video for GQ Spain called Mine

 

Mine – 9

9

she doesn’t have to tell him
that she loves it
when he tells her
the things he wants her to do
when every command he utters
she follows
when his every command
sends her to the places
only he knows

*This is for National Poetry Month, where I’m writing on a theme. Inspired by Álvaro de la Herrán‘s video for GQ Spain called Mine

Mine – 7

7
early mornings
before the sun rises
she burrows beneath
the covers
to wake him
taking him between full lips
she beckons him
awake and so hard
within

*This is for National Poetry Month, where I’m writing on a theme. Inspired by Álvaro de la Herrán‘s video for GQ Spain called Mine

Mine – 3

3

do you trust me?
he asks me
do you trust me to know
when to stop?
do you trust
yourself
to tell me
when you’ve had enough
when that last one was
too much?

 do you think
you can let go
of the fears that hold you down?
do you trust me to know
when you’ve reached
that limit
by just a look, a whimper,
or that furrow
on your brow?

 so let yourself go,
come, rest your head
on my chest.
there’s more to come for your pleasure
so lay back down
and let’s you undressed
bare to each other, bare to the bone
bare to the truth
that we’re together and alone

*This is for National Poetry Month, where I’m writing on a theme. Inspired by Álvaro de la Herrán‘s video for GQ Spain called Mine

Mine – 2

2

he dominates me
because i let him
he dominates me
because that’s what he is –
a man who treasures me
and loves me,
who knows me so well,
he lays out
my darkest fears

but lest you think
he can do whatever he wants
it’s with my consent
that he can
dominate my heart
that yearns for submission
with a look, a kiss,
even the sweet sting
of a firm hand

*This is for National Poetry Month, where I’m writing on a theme. Inspired by Álvaro de la Herrán‘s video for GQ Spain called Mine

Mine – 1

you’re mine, he said
as i lay prone on his bed
wondering out loud, is it true –
that’s what i really am to you?
yours and only yours,
to be loved and adored
then I shall not complain
as he cinches the ties tighter,
welcoming the pain.

*This is for National Poetry Month, where I’m writing on a theme. Inspired by Álvaro de la Herrán‘s video for GQ Spain called Mine