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.