'anon Ā· 4mo
Dear, put me on my knees and youā€™ll always have my devotion, but I must warn you... My devotion has a price: youā€™ll have to be only mine. I'm selfish and I don't accept that you belong to someone other than me. Don't try to run, now.
Your possession is sweet and, therefore, so tempting. Like bees swarm towards polen, me, too, am drawn to your honeyed words (alas, my brain feels numb...).
