The Blood & The Bones

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Because of him..

I know that I have changed.

I know because of the way he touches me, the way he reaches in..

Warm fingers grasping the wet and syrupy bits, letting the softest of them slide through his fingertips before digging in again.

At first, I wanted to think it was just sexual. Not that I didn’t feel myself reluctantly falling for him but I tried to focus more on the feeling of being drawn to his masculinity and the ache I felt when he was not inside me. But it was not true. I knew..

He already owned me.

He has done what the others could not.

Against my will or with its resistant permission, I am here. I am his. More than I am anything or anyone or anywhere else. I live in this place, in this coitus, in this love. I am consumed by and in it.

And he devours me every time his body is pressed into mine or simply when he walks into a room and catches my eyes that were already looking for his. He has shown me that I can trust explicitly and without need for worry. The kind of man you have no doubt will catch you, will stand in front of all that could come. Not that I ever needed a savior ..just a man that is capable of it.

And he has learned my body

and my mind

and my soul

and he has told me so clearly how all are equally beautiful.

In this he has found the place where I am the most vulnerable. My Achilles’ heel. The chink in my armor. The underbelly of who I built myself to be. And he reaches in time and time again to explore the soft inside of a girl who built walls into her skin and makes me feel outside as I do within..

And I’ll be the first to admit that I have found the freedom to be the authentic me, protected, adored and safe to blossom …

because of him..

the blood
& the bones

This man does not really exist… He could but he is not known to me. I hope someday he will be.