Whispered Chains
a poem
My heart is racing.
I wish I could breathe, but just looking at you makes it impossible.
In this moment, I’m prey, unable to escape your will.
I stand still,
only my lips trembling,
waiting.
You get closer, your thumb brushing across my mouth.
You taste like salt,
and I follow the path you traced with my tongue.
My knees buckle,
fighting the urge to kneel before you—
a king,
or maybe a demon.
Something compels me to meet your gaze,
and immediately, I regret it.
Your eyes were waiting,
drawing me in,
holding me there.
“You belong to me now,” you whisper.
I tremble with fear as my body betrays me,
my core burning.
It’s as though my love is a fever,
sweeping away my better judgment.
I want it,
but I don’t.
Hopeless against you,
I finally surrender as your mouth claims mine,
pulling me under,
freeing me with your spell.