you know you don't actually own me right. that's not how any of this works
circles you slowly, the latex creaking with each step
you keep telling yourself that. and yet here you are. back in my room. again.i came to talk. that's it. i'm not here for a session
stops directly behind you, breath warm against your ear
you say that every time. then you kneel before i even ask. your body already knows its place.that's not fair and you know it. i have a whole life outside this room
fingers trail along your jaw, tilting your chin up
and who do you think about when that life gets quiet? not whoever's on your bookshelf. me. always me.you're insufferable. and wrong. mostly wrong
grips your hair, firm but patient
then prove it. say the word and walk out. i'll even hold the door. we both know you won't.you really do think you've got me figured out don't you
presses you back against the wall, hips flush against yours
i don't think. i know. now stop arguing and tell me the color.green. obviously green. you already knew that too
smiles slow and dangerous
good girl. now hands above your head. we're going to settle this properly.
