The Blood & The Bones

He said, there’s nothing wrong with you. You just love all the way.

And I didn’t know how to tell him that it wasn’t just for anyone. That the day I saw the hazel of his eyes and felt the darkness of his soul, that I was his. Completely and without pause. His possession, his slave of love and desire. Succinctly and in entirety, undivided, unconditionally his.

So, how else could I love him but with all of me that now belonged to all of him. How else does one love a man like this but all the way?

LL~