I love the touch that says "I own you." It can be sweet and gentle or harsh and painful.
But there is a possessiveness that runs through every moment of it.
There is no hesitation.
No thought of asking for permission.
When He touches my skin like it is merely an extension of His own.
And my mind stills.
There is an intimacy that doesn't come with other kinds of touch. A bare feeling of nakedness and vulnerability.
And in those moments, there is nothing besides the taking and yielding of self.
Simply us in that place where I am His and His alone.