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Kris and I spent Saturday night at a state park campground to escape our similar frenzied worlds. I woke up Sunday morning, tangled around her in my tent. Our skin was clinging together because of the heat and humidity. She was deep in sleep when I gently pulled myself from her. I watched her slumber. I watched her breathe. Her breaths were large, heavy, and slightly violent. She was obviously having an intense dream that I hoped included me.

I then gazed at her outstretched body, and I thought, Shes perfect. And she is perfect. She is the most beautiful creation that I have ever seen, and I cannot help but feel satisfaction with the fact that she is mine. However, mine claims ownership, and I am uncomfortable seeing her as a possession. Honestly though, I think I do. I first felt this way Saturday while hiking with her. I grabbed her hand to help her down a slope, and she fell into me. Goose bumps immediately formed across her skin and her nipples grew hard. At that moment I had the unhealthy notion, I own her.

We rushed to the tent

Her lips were like candy. Her body was on fire. Her hair was soaked and pulled behind her ears. Her eyes were glossy and frenetic. After a rapid rise and fall, we fell asleep with exhaustion. It was a beautiful sleep

I am learning so much about myself from her. I am learning about my capacity for lust and objectification, and it hurts me to think of myself as such a shallow person.