blinkyblueyes

 I am yours. Do not ask me when it happened, or how ownership became yours. I have no simple words for the exquisite. There is completeness in it all. Completeness much like before, when I was my own, but now I am yours. I don’t regret it; don’t think less of me for being yours. Far from it, with you I am more. I would crawl through glass for you. Pain becomes nothing under your caress. The slightest touch, the reassurance that you know me, takes the pain away, washing it in a wave of exhilaration. I obey. My life is your whim; my actions are your commands. I am your will in action; more than a tool and not a slave, it goes