The Claim
I pull you closer, slow, so every nerve
Can taste the heat that rises through your skin
I read the way your breathing starts to curve
Until your guarded softness lets me in.
I hold you steady, not to cage, but claim
The trembling truth your pulse can’t still deny
Your shoulders melt, your body leans to flame
And silence cracks beneath a deeper sigh.
Your strength does not surrender - it chooses
It meets my will with heat that turns to fire
Pleasure is my rebellion - it refuses
To kneel, to bow, to drown beneath desire.
So stay right here - let wanting wear its crown
Let every breath remember how to feel
Let hunger speak where reason melts down
In hands that hold, but never need to steal.
If rebellion has a pulse, it beats under your skin.If pleasure has a throne, it sits between breath and fire.Come closer - power doesn’t ask permission here. It takes shape in heat.
