Landscape And Poetry

There was tenderness in her voice



There was tenderness in her voice, almost pleading that I let her go. “You are hurting me,” she said. But I didn’t and firmly held her.

“I will do whatever I want. I’m here tonight, not for you but for me. This is for me, not for you. Do you understand? I will do whatever I want with you. Tonight, you will know that you are mine. Tomorrow, you will remember that you belong only to me. Only I can do these things to you.” I told her.

I whispered in her ear, “I will make you feel no other man will ever come close to. I do not want your words, nor your approval, nor you telling me that you love me. I only want your sounds, inarticulate and primal as they maybe, I will know what they mean.”

“Ok.” She replied. “Do what makes you happy. I want you to be happy.”

I smirked. I nibbled on her ear and whispered, “what did I just tell you?”