You try to resist and what happens, boy?

Each and every time, I pull you back.

The memory of my curves..

My eyes.

My lips.

My swaying hips.

The intensity.

The ease.

I have a piece of you, puppet.

A piece of your mind, a sliver of your soul, a claim upon your desires.

You gave this to me, and you can never take it back.

It belongs to me forever..

It began months ago, when you first let me in.

So naive and trusting, you bought ‘Phase 1’ and had absolutely no... Show more