MAKE ME YOURS!
Make me yours!
Those were the words that ran through my head the day I first saw you
Forcing myself to concentrate on my books was all I could do
To stop myself from staring, from appreciating your sheer beauty
The raw power of your manliness had me reeling as if drunk on strong wine
And when you said hello, taking my trembly hand in yours to shake
My cells turned afire and my body screamed, Make Me Yours!
*
This feeling is strange to me, a sentiment for the past years of gauche jejunity
I should not still be able to feel this way, heart pounding, face flushed
But there it was, my traitorous self betraying me upon your presence
What have you done to me?
What spell have you spoken through those lips that look as soft as berries
And surrounded by a thicket of beard that beckons for my fingers so
How have you come to wield so much power over me?
Would you not Make Me Yours?
*
We are very different, you and I, yet I know you are all I will ever need
With your roguish charm, you have stolen me from me
You climbed over my defenses and broke down my walls from within
And no, I did not wish to resist nor a struggle put up to your invasion
Who would have thought that a heart made so cold would thaw this fast
Can you not see through me, can you not Make Me Yours?
*
My favorite soldier, I call you, when in reality you are my only soldier
My heart skips every time you say my name
A quickening of my pulse, a surge of heat through my marrows
I stand vulnerable before you, asking, yearning for you
To breach my castles and take me captive
Make me your prisoner and never grant me parole
For surely, the gods have sent you my way, soldier boy, to Make Me Yours!
Written by Queen Blue Fox
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4 Comments
Di-Navy
October 24, 06:32I miss you bae. * sad face*
Mandy
October 24, 06:43I can just imagine that when you and your Kenny reunite again, the clothes on your back will not live to tell the story of that reunion 😀
Pink Panther
October 24, 06:47???????
Di-Navy
October 24, 06:58lmao
Mandy you have gone haywire . honestly , we won’t know how to act . rorflmho.
soon come anyways .