His To Touch : Claimed In Silence

In the hush between heartbeats, 

He found her not in words, 
But in the tremble of her breath 
As it betrayed her stillness.
She wore silence like sindoor, 
A vow not to speak of the way
His gaze burned through the veil 
She never meant to wear.
He touched her like dusk soft, 
Inevitable, a secret slipping past 
The horizon before the world could name it.
She let him. Not because she was his, 
But because silence was the only 
Language that didn’t betray them.
In the quiet, they bloomed 
Dangerous, unclaimed, unforgettable.

Love without guilt, love without doubt
A flame that burns where silence shouts.
He touched me like I was already his, 
Not with permission, but with prophecy.
I didn’t care if it wasn’t right, his arms 
Around me felt like truth dressed as sin.
I wanted to know what it meant to be 
Undone by someone who shouldn’t want me.
In his eyes, forbidden love. 
In his smile, a promise never spoken. 
In his kiss, the kind that ruins you quietly.
If I had one wish, love would feel like this
Dangerous, delirious, delivered in silence.
He’s no good for me. That’s why I ache. 
What’s wrong is why it feels so right.
Rejection is the sweetest aphrodisiac. 
The more I shouldn’t, the more I do.
If I had one dream, it would be this.
To be claimed without question, 
To be touched without consequence.
Heaven forgive me. Never forbid me. 
Let love always feel like this.

I won’t lie, I see it in your silence, 
The way you wear his name 
Like a bruise beneath your bangles.
He’s not right for you. 
Not the way you flinch when he 
Calls you “mine” but never means it.
You spend your days in the 
Wrong kind of love, the kind 
That forgets how to listen.
But I—I would stop time just to 
Hear you breathe without fear.
I would touch you like you
Were sacred, not stolen.
Tell me why waste tears on someone 
Who never sees the storm in your eyes?
You deserve a man who knows 
How to wait, how to worship,
How to ruin you gently.
I know I can treat you better
Not with promises, but with presence.
If you ever say the word, 
I’ll be there. Not to claim you, 
But to remind you what it feels
Like to be wanted without apology.

She said it was for protection. 
A favor. A sacrifice. A secret 
That would save her sister’s name.
But when he walked in, 
The man she was meant to carry, 
Not love her body remembered 
What her mouth had never dared to say.
They had met before. Not in time, 
But in feeling. Not in touch, 
But in the way silence wrapped 
Around them like a promise.
She had loved him then. 
Quietly. Completely. And he
He had looked at her like he knew.
Now, the second time, 
There were no words. 
Just the heat of obligation and 
The ache of what could have been.
He touched her not like a stranger, 
But like a man who had 
Memorized her in dreams.
She let him. Not for her sister. 
Not for duty. But because 
The first time was stolen by silence, 
And the second was theirs to ruin.

The night wraps around us
Like a bride in waiting, 
And my heart, bruised and 
Breathless wants nothing 
But your voice. Love me.
I saw you before. I loved you before.
 You were always beautiful
But tonight, let this 
Closeness be ours. Love me.
Now that you walk beside me, 
This journey feels like a memory
I never dared to keep. 
Let me remember the 
Days you forgot. Love me.
You never said my name aloud,
But I heard it in your breath.
A whisper caught between restraint
And something close to death.
You touched me like a memory,
Half-formed and out of place
A sin you never meant to keep, 
A wound you couldn’t face.
I wore your silence like a veil, 
Each thread a word unsaid. 
You looked at me with borrowed eyes, 
But dreamed of me instead.
No vows were made, no promises,
Just shadows in the light.
But still, I burned beneath 
Your hands on that unspoken night.
Now I carry what we never named, 
A truth too sharp to speak
And in the hush between our hearts, 
I feel you when I sleep.

She didn’t bloom, she broke open, 
Like dusk spilling across a sky 
Too tired to hold back the night.
His breath wasn’t gentle. 
It was a storm she had once survived 
And now begged to drown in again.
He didn’t touch her skin; he rewrote it, 
Each fingertip is a line of poetry 
She’d never dared to read aloud.
When he kissed her, 
Tt wasn’t lips meeting lips.
It was history unfinished, 
Unforgiven, unfolding.
And when he entered her
Not just her body, but the
Locked rooms of her mind,
The bruised corners of her heart, 
The quiet altar of her soul
She shattered into something sacred.
He was everywhere. In her breath.
In her blood. In the ache 
Between her thoughts.
She gave him everything.
Not because she wanted to
But because she already had.
He was the secret she had buried alive. 
And now, he was the fire 
She let it consume her.

And though no one saw,

The night remembered. 

The stars blinked, and the wind 

Whispered what they dared not. 

I asked only you for love once, long ago. 

Don’t say no again. Come closer. 

Let your silence confess 

What your lips won’t.

Vows Made In Ashes

 

He stands like judgment 
Sharp suit, sharper silence. 
A man carved from control, 
Watch ticking like a countdown
To her surrender.
She dances with defiance, 
Jewels clashing like war drums, 
Arms raised not in worship, 
But in warning. 
A goddess forged in fire, 
Unafraid to burn what binds her.
But he doesn’t flinch. 
He watches. Waits. 
Not to tame her. To consume her.
She was meant to destroy him. 
He was built to unmake her revenge. 
And somewhere between 
Her raised arms and his clenched jaw, 
A vow is made
Not in love, but in ruin.

This heart was dust until her
Love breathed fire into it. 
And then, that same fire
Turned it to ruin.
I didn’t sin. I loved. 
But love became my punishment. 
Each sigh, each sob, a sentence 
Carved into my chest.
She didn’t steal me. 
She hollowed me. 
Left me echoing with her name 
In every brightness, in every dark.
Her memory is a wound 
That never closes. 
Her face is a curse I see in daylight, 
A ghost that haunts my nights.
If I meet God, I’ll ask: 
Why give me a heart of glass 
And a fate that shatters it with love?
Why teach me to burn 
And then call it devotion?
I was not loved. I was undone. 
And in her love, I lost everything.
Without you, I am a storm 
With no sky restless, unclaimed,
Aching for the touch 
That once made me whole.
You left, but your absence is louder
Than your presence ever was.
Every breath I take
Tastes like betrayal,  
Every heartbeat echoes  
Your name like a curse.
I loved you with the kind of 
Madness that ruins men. 
You were my prayer, 
My punishment, my pleasure.
Now I watch you from 
Behind the veil of silence,
Your eyes avoiding mine,
Your lips speaking lies
That once whispered love.
You think I’ll forget?
You think I’ll forgive?
But love like this
Doesn’t die it waits.
It sharpens. It returns.
I will come back not
As the man you left,
But as the fire you
Tried to extinguish.
And when I do you’ll remember
How you begged to be ruined by me.

 She came with vengeance in her veins,
A storm wrapped in silk and silence. 
But he, he was the fire beneath her fury, 
The whisper that unraveled her war.
He didn’t fight her rage. 
He kissed it. Bent it. Made it beg.
She wanted blood. He gave her heat. 
She wanted ruin. He gave her worship.
Now her revenge wears his name. 
Her mind, his altar. 
Her body, his scripture. 
Her soul, his home.
She forgets why she burned. 
Only remembers who 
Made her burn brighter.

In the dark where secrets breathe, 
A heart once warm turns cold beneath. 
Scars spread slow, like fingers trace, 
Binding beauty before it finds grace.
Tears fall soft, like silk on skin, 
Sliding down from deep within. 
Lies pull tight like velvet chains, 
Swallowing awe, igniting flames.
We walk a wire, trembling, bare, 
While pleasure and pain hang in the air. 
Step by step, we chase the heat, 
Where ruin and rapture always meet.
Heavy steps in a world gone dim, 
Living with ache, limb to limb. 
Inside that ache, one truth remains
Some betrayals pulse like veins.
The pain seduces, no break, no breath, 
Each step a moan, each sigh a death.
On this tightrope, we roam alone, 
Until the ache feels like home.
We search the dark for a spark, a sign, 
To guide us through this fevered line. 
Even with hearts bruised and torn, 
We crave the fire to be reborn.
We try to sever, to cut the thread, 
But even after miles, the heart’s not dead. 
So we wear the wound like perfume rare, 
And hide the hunger others wouldn’t dare.
We dance the line, a wicked trance, 
Between pain and lust, we take our chance. 
And in those moments, we find our flame
To rise again, to play the game.
When desire grips and won’t let go, 
Our hearts grow numb, but bodies know. 
The ache stays close, never far apart
So lovers and poets make it art.

She moves like dusk, soft, slow, dangerous. 
A curve of shadow, a whisper of silk.
Her body, a map of forbidden places: 
The swell of her hips, the dip of her waist, 
The navel, a secret he aches 
To read with lips, not eyes.
She doesn’t walk. She claims space. 
Voluptuous, deliberate. Each breath a dare,
Each glance is a promise 
He is not strong enough to resist.
Her skin glows like sin, her scent
A memory he hasn’t made 
Yet but already mourns.
She is not his. But she is the ruin
He was born to crave.
And now, he watches her like a man starved, 
His gaze heavy, unblinking, 
Not with lust alone,
But with the hunger to possess.
He wants to trace that navel 
With the edge of his mouth, 
To make her forget every vow 
She ever made against him.
He wants her breath to
Stutter beneath his touch, 
Her body to tremble not from fear, 
But from the ache of surrender.
He wants her mind to blur 
Until it thinks only of him
His hands, his mouth, 
The way he says her name 
Like a promise and a punishment.
He wants her undone,
Not just in flesh, but in fire. 
To make her ruin the most 
Beautiful thing she’s ever felt.