The Vow of Possession
I want you—not as a whisper, but as a storm,
A hunger etched in bone, a fire keeping me warm.
Your scent is the air I am desperate to breathe,
Your spirit the only blade I refuse to unsheathe.
I watch you move, a kingdom I yearn to command,
And every heartbeat of yours, I wish held in my hand.
Listen to me, woman: this is no gentle plea,
It is a storm-tossed soul bowing only to thee.
If you dare to surrender, if you step into my light,
I will hold you against the cold, against the endless night.
I will lay the world at your feet, broken and tame,
Writing your destiny in my own iron-forged name.
I crave every shadow, every breath, every trace,
To be the only reflection you seek in the glass.
Accept this claim, and witness how high you shall rise,
With the weight of my devotion reflected in your eyes.
I am yours, completely—take me, and see,
That I am the beast who will set your true power free.
(Mr. James)
