He pulled her up,
Lifting her off the floor,
Squeezing her waist,
Brushing her body against his.
He pinned her close,
So tight as to swallow her,
Embalming her within him,
Like a trophy to his heart.
She dared not escape,
Being enclosed with him,
As if a prayer to join,
To feel his breath.
He kissed her, ate her,
Devouring her tongue,
Biting upon her lips,
Marking his territory.
When she came down,
She was never the same.
She now belonged to him,
A souvenir of love itself.