Unanimous

Do you think you own me because you have seen the gooseflesh prickling over my breasts and thighs? You do not. They are my breasts. They are my thighs. Do you think that you own me because I have told you I love you, the nakedness of the mind? You do not. It is my love that I share with you, generously. Do you think that you own me because you have been inside my mysterious body, because you are the first to unbar the door? You do not. I unbarred the door, I let you in. Do you think that you own me because we have shared a bed, voices echoing through the air, sweat lubricating our movements together? You do not. It is my aching body that walks out the door alone in the morning.