He put his arm around my waist,
pulled me close,
and whispered the word ‘mine’.
I didn’t feel like an object,
I felt protected, loved.
Locked in his embrace,
I felt I was where I should be.
Unlike who I had been,
I let myself feel vulnerable.
I let him take control.
I let the strength of his embrace
assuage any fear I felt.
I just let him love me on his terms.
I curled into him,
and let everything else go.
Because, in that moment,
nothing else mattered.
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Beautiful as always, but a part of me wanted her to say “Screw you. I don’t belong to anyone.”
But that would make for a much shorter poem.
Haha…yes, it would. This one was based on a dream I had about some faceless man and I just felt so comforted. This is what comes from crazy ideas at 3:00 am!
Some of the best ideas come at 3 a.m.
I agree. I once had an idea at 3:00 am that you and your family came to stay at the lodge. 😉
That dream will come true.
Especially if Trump is elected president.
LOL….I’ll start looking for your new house. 🙂
Something in the Craftsman Style, please.
Yer a peach.