Us

With the hush of his fingers against my lips, he tells me

“You’re mine.”

With his cock deep, and pulsating, filling my soul, and captivating my cries, he tells me

“You’re mine.”

and With his arms tight and holding, commanding and grasping me, he tells me

“You’re mine.”

But with the twinkle of my eyes, and salvation of my kiss, with the wrapping of my legs and the clawing of his back, I mark him as mine. 

and there in the midst of chaos in the sheets, and ruffling of begs, our souls claim one another and soar into the heavens.