Shelley Ann Vrgleski

Nothing could save him
I had him
He is mine

If only he could imagine
Our limbs entwined
He is mine

His face, the glory to my day
Expectant… reluctant
He is mine

Red is my fingertips
Tracing his lips
He is mine

A necklace of chain
He is mine
He is mine

His eyes betray fear
And fantasy
He is mine

His breath furious
Anxiously awaiting
He is mine

A glorious moment of rapture
Sweat-slicked skin
He is mine

A lonely tear on his cheek
Captured by my tongue
He is mine

A sweet caress and release
His fear gone
He was mine.