There is no room here for doubt, questions, uncertainty. In my absence you will know, I am there always.
If you are truly mine, your every breath, that twitch in your foot, the knots in your hair, every smile on your face, the sound of your laughter, remain always mine.
If you are truly mine, I need to know that you will feel my presence in every step you take, every word you speak, every drop of water that touches your skin. A shower will never be the same again.
If you are truly mine, every movement will remind you of my touch, how my hands caressed, probed, slapped, tied and freed you, reached deeper than skin would allow. That shift in your hips is mine too.
If you are truly mine, you will need no bruises as evidence of my marking, it will be under your skin where it is felt, in every move you make, the way those welts touched your very being.
If you are truly mine, you will feel my arms around you holding you close in that moment when you need it most, that chair only a temporary substitute for the real thing while I am not there. Your place, where you will find me, always.
If you are truly mine, you will shift only to feel me closer still, inhale only to feel the warmth of my breath brush your skin, my smile at the goosebumps it leaves behind.
If you are truly mine, you will take a moment as you lie there and give me your next breath, that one, yes. Because I never really left.
(c) words M. / Her Liege - image by Isa Marcelli