Already Your’s

They say every touch carries energy,
that when two people meet in closeness,
they exchange more than the body.
Fingers remember, skin remembers,
but the soul remembers most of all.

And maybe that’s why my heart resists everyone else.
Because I don’t want to carry fragments of strangers inside me.
I don’t want borrowed warmth,
temporary touches,
or echoes of people who were never mine.

I want only you.
Your energy, your breath, your fire—
yours to mingle with mine,
yours to fill the spaces in me
that no one else can reach.

It isn’t just craving, not just flesh.
It’s something deeper—
a knowing that if I open myself,
I want to open only for you.
If I give, I want to give everything,
and take everything from you in return.

Even when you’re not here,
I feel your presence inside me,
like I already carry your imprint,
like I already belong.

And maybe that’s why no one else will do—
because my body, my soul, my energy
has already chosen you.