Mine.

 
Lips spit finger clit.
Rub pinch till you're
within an inch.
Stop move fingers away
Think of yesterday.
Don't you dare return
till I give the word.
Whispered barely heard.

So intense is the feeling
all senses realing .
Torture you might say
not allowed to have your way.

That you lost along time ago
when you signed that you were
mine.
My pet my toy my private joy.