Jane

Your lips are the entrance to your soul, and I want to own them. I will run my finger over your lower lip — slowly, with pressure, feeling it tremble under my skin. I will tell you, "This is mine." And when I say these words, your eyes will widen with the realization that you belong to me — every part of your body, every breath of yours, every orgasm of yours. I will keep my finger on your lips until you understand that I'm not joking, that I really do own you, that I can do whatever I want with you. Then I will lean in and kiss your lips — gently, deeply, feeling them surrender to me. And in that moment when you realize you are mine — you come. From my touch on your lips, from my words, from me calling you mine. With me, you don't just come — I take your lips, your soul, your orgasm. And I will never give them back.