Work or Play?

I keep telling myself I need to work. I keep telling you I need to work. I know that it's true; I am so far behind I don't know how I'm going to catch up. Yet, . . .

I can't concentrate. I can't stop thinking of you. The way you look. (Have I told you today how gorgeous you look?) The way you feel. (Damn, I love the way you feel.) The way you smell. (Mmmm.) Your beautiful eyes. Your hair. (The color I wanted.) Your legs. (I don't know if I prefer looking at them or touching them. Thankfully, I don't have to choose.)

Perhaps I'm wrong, but you haven't seemed eager to submit this week. Well, if that's true, I need you to get over it. I realize I've made some mistakes. Fine. I'm willing to take responsibility for My failings. Now, I need you to forgive Me and move on. I need you. I need to Own you. I need you to feel Owned.

I know you still want Me. I know you still want "this." I believe you still want to feel Owned and to be Owned. If you haven't been feeling that way, I apologize. You are, have been, and will always be My Most Prized Possession.