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.