By Oshun, oshun@poczta.onet.pl
Date: 13 December 2000

Mine

Your hands run gently over my skin.
I shiver.
You feel so good.
You smell so good.
Your eyes stab through me, 
but
I feel;
I know
you love me so much it hurts.
The fear of losing you is unbearable,
but that 
is more bearable than not having you at all;
than knowing someone else 
is experiencing what I should.
But right now,
I know.
I know you're mine.
Let me be yours.