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I am so yours that there is nothing left of me. And I don't want anything left of myself, I don't need it, I don't want it, I don't miss it.
Being all yours fills me, satisfies me, gives me completely, to the marrow of my bones.
I am left exhausted, breathless, enveloped in a turmoil that leads me to beg for mercy, to plead for a truce, only to start again.
Feeling like I am yours is an unknown abyss, a total union with your desire, with your love, with your joy, until I am your body and your soul.