I'm so jealous. I'm sorry, I can't help it. I can't stand them talking to you, looking at you, having those bold people make advances knowing you belong to me...
But then I remember that when night falls, only I can make you burn. That you get wet for me with just a word. That your voice, filled with pleasure, belongs to me like the dirtiest and most beautiful of secrets.
I possess you without even touching you. Your soul is mine, just as I am all yours. You belong to me even before you're aware of it.
So yes...
I'm jealous. I'm sorry, I can't help it. But I'm very sure of what we have, my love. Let the ignorant write, let the vile think about you. None of that matters. Because you are mine, and they, they must learn to live with that...
B.D