He hovered over me,
With the expression of
a successful hunter
Seeing the meat,
All murmurs of the kiss was of
Surrender.

No love, no praise,
Just lust,
And the groan and growl-
for flesh,
And all I don't want to
Is to surrender.

Surrender to commands,
Be the prey. No.
So I try, to wriggle out,
Save myself,
But he's stronger, more cunning.
He plans to make me surrender.

So he uses words,
Of love and history.
And a second I wonder,
Of the beast I loved,
Conniving his ways to,
My surrender.

Capable of using anything,
To get what he wants, my body,
And a moment of weakness, deliberation, harsh realization,
That's all he takes,
To make me surrender