On The Edge

He knows exactly how to stop me
with nothing but a word,
a quiet command
that turns my breath
into a trembling pause.

The wanting builds
because he chooses
when I'm allowed to fall
into the feeling I chase.

He knows exactly
how close I am,
and he keeps me there,
caught in the heat
of his control.

And in that waiting,
in the ache he draws out
with such certainty,
I feel the full weight of him,
his power,
the depth of his hold on me,
and how deeply
I crave it.