I take a deep breath, trap her with my gaze,unrap her with my hands,expecting
.....and I get what I want.One look another look, and I'm locked in.Too drawn too her, my head keeps spinning and I said to myself "beautiful" and there is no denying that,shes ...ethereal.my eyes never leaving her my breath keeps ceasing and I'm gone utterly done for.I feel her,my hands exploring her smoothness, tracing every sharp edge and corner.then I open her,memorize her word for word, line by line, capturing anything I can,I place my hands exploring her sheets with my fingers as slowly and gently as I can,then I flip her,over and over wanting to know more of her,damed to her with shackles I can't break. Before I know she's painted with my marks, just how I like it my artistic specialty.Now she belongs to me, just thinking about it sends deep unpleasant shivers down my spine, definitely the dangerous feeling but I still can't let go, I still need to memorize her essence till the end. till her existence dissappears. till I see her fullstop. then I know I've claimed her in all the possible existing ways.ILL CALL HER MINE.
