You are mine.
The minute I told you to spread your legs and you did it, you were mine. When I told you to beg for it and you did, you were mine. When you put your hands behind your back without being told, I owned you. You never had to say a word.
How can I tell him what he's saying makes me want to run away, when at the same time, all I want to do is fold myself into him?
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