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Yours in Every Breath
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I come to you barefoot across the hush of evening, the floor cool beneath my soles like the first touch of your restraint.
My skin already knows the shape of your hands before they find me—
phantom pressure along my wrists, the ghost of your thumb tracing my pulse until it flutters like a trapped bird that only wants to stay caged.
You stand like quiet thunder, and I dissolve into the space between your heartbeat and mine. No words are needed when your gaze pins me gentle and merciless; I lower my eyes not from shame, but from reverence—because looking too long at the sun that warms me would blind me
to everything but you.
Wrap me in the silk of your voice first.
“Mine,” you say, and the syllable slides down my spine like warm oil, pooling low, making every secret place bloom open without a single finger lifted. I tremble not from cold, but from the exquisite terror of being so completely seen.
Tie me slowly, deliberately, as though each knot is a vow you’re renewing. Let the rope kiss my skin the way your mouth does—firm, patient, claiming every inch until I forget where I end and your will begins. When the last loop cinches tight,
I exhale the last of my resistance
and inhale only you.
Press me down, beloved.
Let gravity become your command,
your weight the safest place in the world. I arch into the cradle of your hips like roots seeking deeper earth,
whispering prayers against your throat— please, take me apart,
please, keep every trembling piece,
please, love me loud enough that even my broken edges sing.
When you move inside me, it’s worship. Slow, deliberate strokes that feel like promises carved into flesh—
you are my altar, my confessional, my homecoming. I cry your name like it’s the only word I ever learned, tears slipping into the hollow of your collarbone because joy this sharp always cuts a little. Each thrust rewrites me: smaller, softer, truer.
Yours.
Yours.
Yours.
Afterward, when the storm quiets
and I’m limp and glowing in the circle of your arms, you brush damp hair from my temple and murmur against my ear the sweetest litany—
“good girl… my heart… my everything…”
In that hush, with your fingers tracing lazy sigils on my back, I understand forever. Not as time, but as this:
the endless, velvet fall into the safety of being utterly owned by the one soul who would die before letting me go. I love you beyond safewords, beyond scenes, beyond breath.
I am yours in every lifetime, in every shiver, in every quiet yes that lives beneath my skin. Forever 💋♥️
Washington, DC 🇺🇸 English
