My Oh My

I love when He uses little endearments. "Sweetest" melts me. "Sexy" dampens me. But "My" simply undoes me.

Mmmm. The way He wields a possessive adjective. Taking ownership of me, mouthing the word. His tongue still, but poised for what follows. It licks me, flicks me, expelling his Dom Commandments. And my bush does burn. 

I am his. Literally. Figuratively. And grammatically.

NOTE: For related post, see OUR.