She sat on my lap
The bow of her lips curving into a sinful smirk
                              
Knowing exactly what it does to me
Her hands
Behind her back looking submissive
But her thighs caged firmly against my hips disregarding obedience
                                                      
"What's that behind your back?" I simply ask. It could be anything;
It could be a knife and there will be nothing I could possibly do
I'm hers.
"Nothing." She smiles casually but the way she slightly shifts around my lap says otherwise.
        
               Nothing.
She's nervous.
She waves a silver foil you would never possibly be mistaken for anything; circles of pale blues, whites and pinks rattling inside its bubble.
"Are you sure" i simply ask.

Shes not.
Blinded by pleasure and pleasing.
She always believed she was unlucky. She believes one day these pills won't do its purpose.
A mistake that would happen.
***** you, most new borns are mistakes.
Life could be a mistake. We didn't choose this?
But she chose me.
She doesn't trust the world; hell, she doesnt even trust herself.
But she trusts me, she whispers and starts begging me to fill her up
Claim her
Give everything to her.
She wants it.
Life. Mistakes. Doesn't matter as long as its with me.
She trusts me.
I give it to her.
And that was enough.