You’re Mine


You're Mine

The breath of a skin against mine
Stole any control I had left
Over the cells that demanded him

I never knew the shivers a touch releases
Against my layer of senses
Or the ache for more and never having enough

I wanted to bury myself against his chest
Wrap myself around him
As if he’ll disappear at any second

I lay there
My fingers tracing stars
Along the tiny hairs of his chest

I look at his being
The skin that ignites under my touch
The eyes in which I saw constellations
And the mouth that drowned me so many times

“You’re mine,” I whisper in his ear
He smiles and grabs my waist
To claim me again and again…

Published by Nour Al-Hajj

I’m 25, and I live in Lebanon. I’m an Interior Architect graduate with a minor in English. My hair is always a different color. I love cheese with some extra cheese. The gym is my natural habitat, and my car hosts the best concerts you'll ever attend. I love writing poetry, thoughts, and stories. My inspiration comes from my childhood memories, heartbreaks, and sometimes I like to imagine certain scenarios that are completely fictional or write a different ending to something that happened with me. It's like wishful thinking...

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