Pressure of the Heart

Wrinkles dance across his features,
as happiness fills his thoughts.
Gentle caress of his lips,
with claw marks across.
I feel his pressure on my skin,
the domination in his eyes.
What secrets they must hold?
Will they soon cause my demise?

My heart fills with comfort,
as he walks to open my door.
My skin sears with pleasure,
And he pulls me to the floor.
Lust mixed with love,
the perfect recipe.
The happiness he feels,
when only he’s with me.