I can’t stop looking at her; she is a magnet for my eyes. Her glistening body, with its smooth curves and perfect proportions, a feast for the soul.
She is mine. I am invested in her; I have touched and massaged every inch of her firm body; I know her inside and out. I love her despite her flaws and issues, and am ever vigilant of others who desire her.
I watch him approach, admiration and desire in his eyes. He looks her over top to bottom and puts his hand out to her.
“Hey, don’t touch my car.”
