I know that I can be distant. Sometimes you feel like you have to compete for my attention,
but never forget, I'm yours. I think about you constantly, even when you frustrate me.
You've got me wrapped around your finger and you don't even know it. I'm yours. I think
about the way you touch my body, the way you moan when I touch you. I'm yours. This body,
my body, is for no one but you. I'm yours. These tits, this mouth, this tongue, they're
nobody else's. They're yours. I'm yours. When I think about you, I get so excited. I can't
stop. I want to be laid out in front of you, like a map only you know how to read. Just
know I'm yours. I think about your tongue, the way it teases me and the way it makes
me quiver. I'm yours, nobody else's. I think about your hands and how they feel when they
roam my body, the way they mold to my body, like a sculptor shaping clay. Your clay, your
sculpture, only for you. I'm yours. Do you want me? I want you near me. I need you with
me. I'm yours. I'm yours. I'm yours.