Mine

Hidden behind the huge sunglasses and a mob of perfectly styled hair, you are mine. Grinning widely and twisting the beer can in your hands; mine. Getting up, pulling your pants up and covering the hem of your underwear that teases me in so many ways; mine. Mingling with the people on the dancefloor, your hips swaying in the rhythm of pounding music, your arms stretched up, entwined with the cigarette smoke; mine.

Always, always mine.