It is not the fact that you are mine It is the will behind the allowing The acquiescence The eager willingness To offer your throat to my mouth And your mouth to me It is not the fact that I have stolen you away I have not For you move on your own violation It is not the idea That I possess your desires and fire It is the altar on which you have submitted them to me Ornate cherubs with wings and pixies Carrying arrows and daggers bordered in silver On a base of blood red marble Upon which you lay motionless Open and trembling Bound by the knowledge That in what you have given me Will be returned in full and more And I will let you sleep While I gingerly kiss and carress The reminders of this encounter and of the love we shared I am blessed with the knowledge That you will not forget And that you will return to meBirth sign: Aries
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