I sit at my day job, fulfilling my duties, chatting with coworkers.
He whispers, I will rend you.
I walk to work, I walk home, the air cold in my lungs and the sun warm on my skin.
He whispers, I will warm you.
I read articles during down time at work, some informative, others pure fluff.
He whispers, I will tear you down and rebuild you.
I lie naked in bed, alone, the music playing and the door locked.
He whispers, I will take you.
I lie beside my husband, entangled with him, warm with him.
He whispers, I will wait.
I laugh with my children, at their antics and their words.
He whispers, I will honor them.
I play a game, teasing my family, being teased when I miss a shot.
He whispers, I will hunt you if you hide.
I kneel before my altar, candles lit, bare to him.
He whispers, You will be Mine.