MELTING ME SOFTLY

The Car's Tight, So Am I

"He will descend-
not like a whisper, but like a roar,
not like the moonlight, soft and shy,
but like fire, licking, searing, begging for more.
Not like a drizzle, gentle and tame,
but like a flood, fierce and untamed.
Drenching me, drowning me, making me his,
'til I am nothing-nothing but this.

He will plummet-
not like a petal, floating and light,
but like thunder, ruthless, wild, burning bright.
His name will shatter against my skin,
his touch, a war only I can win.
His hands will claim, his lips will own,
his breath will brand me to the bone.
Not as a lover who softly sighs,
but as a tempest who never dies.

From afar, he bows, a king without chains,
but if I turn, he is stone-cold, restrained.
A warrior caged, a tempest contained,
burning, waiting, silent in pain.
Yet let my voice call, and he will break,
a wildfire rising, no more fake.
For he bends for no one, yields for none,
but for me-he comes undone.

Yet when love calls-
his storm will rise, his ice will thaw,
his lips will write my name in awe.
His hunger will weep, his longing will burn,
and I will take, give, crash, return.
Yet when love calls-
his hands will swear, his touch will kneel,
his body a temple where only I heal.
And I will wreck him, drown him whole,
until I am carved into his soul.

Oh, my sinful lover-
my ruin, my wreck, my sweetest despair,
he owns my breath, my pulse, my air.
He does not ask, he does not plead,
he devours, he shatters, he makes me need.
And I do not fight, I do not run,
for I have loved him since the sun.

When he holds me, I am fire and ash,
when I hold him, he is steel and glass.
When he marks me, I am ink on his skin,
when I whisper his name, I burn from within.

If he lets me go, the stars will break,
if he forgets me, the earth will shake.
If I leave, his soul will follow,
if he leaves, I will be hollow.

When his eyes fall, the heavens weep,
when his lips touch mine, the oceans leap.
When he calls me his, the world turns blind,
for nothing beyond us is left to find."

The rain lashed the car in furious sheets, a chaotic symphony that drowned out the world beyond the fogged-up windows, but inside-inside, it was a furnace of breath and skin and Aadam.

I straddled his lap, my chest bare and flushed against his, my stockings clinging to my legs like a second skin, my skirt still dangling from me, damp and useless.