Mines Is YoursA Poem by Marissa TorresYou got me.“You got me.” He whispers. His heavy breathing is against my ear. His hands tighten their grip around my waist. Like he’s afraid I’ll up and leave.. It isn't my first time with the familiarity of the word. But there's just something about him. I still had to ask. “Do I have you?” © 2018 Marissa TorresAuthor's Note
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