I believe that, sometimes, when you make love with somebody, a part of your partner stays in you and a piece of you dwells deep in your partner's soul.
It's some sort of unexpected exchange that happens just when we need it, some kind of belonging.
It doesn't matter if it was a one night stand or casual sex with a long forgotten ex lover. It's just the situation, the connection created, that happens to click and then you find yourself not free... all over again.
What did it feel like to have an owner?
Not free, but just OK with it. Eventually, it'll vanish. You won't repeat the deed, neither will you let your wounded heart linger in the feeling.
You'll move on.
You've been there, you've always managed to get through.
But it does feel strange to be possessed in this sweet, careless way. So different from the usual ghosts and dreams, so real, and yet so unattainable.
It's great to acknowledge it, every once in a while: we're tame slaves to the others, just by means of what we call desire.
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