Be Mine

Be mine
He said
Never knowing
What that
Meant

Be mine
He said
Never thinking
What she
Was

Be mine
He said
Never leaving
Never ending
Never
Never
Never
Ever

Looking
Down
She saw
Hands
Cupping
Fingers
Squeezing
And all
The while
His
Voice
That
Voice
Soft
Stacattos
Playing
Her nipples
Playing
Her mind
Playing
Her

Be mine
He said

Turning
She caught
His jaw
In her
Teeth
Tasting
Salt
Tasting
Scent
Tasting
Need

Whispering
Never
Never
Never
Ever

©S. Rogers 2008

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