While he sings

While he sings 'you are beautiful' I am sitting almost naked in front of the computer just wearing a string.
He touches my titties and after him leaving to the restroom I look down to all the scars on my arms.
And they are beautiful to me.
The sun comes up and in the early morning I listen to his dj-ing and am proud of all these old wounds because they are a part of me and him. A part of us.
I try to sit there as slim as I can but know at the same time that nevertheless he still adores me. And I don't wanna disturb him.
Because I love him.
I do belong to him.
I'm his.
Let a part of Roissy beginn.