Own

You have my heart, you have my dreams. You stole them, and I shall never have them back. My waking moments are mine that I share with others, but you own the part of me that dreams. You inhabit my lust and longing, fill my veins with passion, with yearning, and command my heart to beat louder with every flash of your memory, your skin, your lips, your neck, your waist, your hair, all the parts of you that intoxicate me now. I am not yours, and you are not mine, yet you own me, my heart, and my dreams, and even now, my sleepless nights.