Here we go again. This poem does not rhyme. Sorry. But it is good. I, uh, I think.
EPOV
On a Leash
Is it possible?
Would it be safe?
Or will it be disastrous?
I look at her.
Should I?
Would she approve?
Or would she run?
Worse than that.
I might kill her.
But wouldn't it be a good test?
It's simple enough.
But what if I can't hold back?
The monster will want more.
Much more than I'm willing to give up.
But the man in me…
Well he wants more than I can handle.
More than she can handle, definitely.
But what I have in mind…
Perhaps I can control the monster.
No. No, I can handle that part.
But the man in me.
Something I've never faced before.
'Just do it,' I urge myself.
I nod and step in front of her.
I crouch down.
I ask her to open her eyes.
Something is there to see.
She wants this too.
This is important.
I take her face in my hands.
Then I lean towards her.
I pause, hesitating.
Should I?
Or will it end badly?
I resume and my lips meet hers.
My eyes close.
Sweet. Better than I had imagined.
Her heart is racing.
Her arms lock around my neck.
Her fingers are in my hair.
I stop moving. Breathing.
Both sides fight for control.
I slam them back.
She tries to move.
I hold her still.
I only need a few more seconds.
'This is what it is for a man to want a woman.
I clench my jaw.
The monster is back.
He wants me to take her.
I force the monster back into his cage.
I'm intoxicated.
She's intoxicating.
The fight is never ending.
But it's tolerable.
I can do this.
I'm back on a leash again.
But is she afraid?
Does she want me to leave and never return?
Did she see the monster in me?
I look into her eyes.
They look…concerned.
And dazed.
I let it go.
She's not going to leave me.
I find myself slightly lightheaded.
She has a power over me.
I think I like it.
I stand and help her up.
She can't seem to stay upright.
So I'm not the only drunk one here.
She stubbornly refuses me when I ask to drive.
She's intoxicated too.
I have better reflexes.
Even now.
She gives me the keys reluctantly.
I smile.
She asks if I'm affected by her.
I take in her scent.
I think she knows the answer to that.
But I still have better reflexes.
This was fun to write. I mean, I had to do it with hints. I bet you didn't get it until he crouched down in front of her.
