Mine, Yes.
Mine: when She says it.
Mine: when She thinks it.

Mine: I love when She stares at me and say it, Her eyes flaming on mines and needing me staring back, or when i kneel and look up at Her, straight in Her eyes, Blue flames igniting my Green, and feeling those words penetrating me.
I like how She stares … and it grows inside Her. Sometimes that word grows like a monster. Like a need, like a violent and most tender storm. I like how She never says it to anyone, it ties me to Her in foreverness. I’d die in seeing Her possessiveness on someone else: i shouldn’t but it would silently kill me. i am absolute. I go silently furious when someone else dares to say it to me, it is one of the rare times when i give glances of fire, that person won’t have a word back from me. I cannot be anyone else’s. I am Her “mine”. If someone thinks like that, it hurts. I live for that MINE to grow inside Her, slowly, to the point of coming out … and be told to me, I earned it, so .. NO, it can’t be told to me by anyone, not like that.

I like how MINE grows inside her and then it is said to me, when it happens i feel it, i feel that sensation growing, it is my gift. It is a monster of need, of possessiveness, of caring and one of the highest expressions of love for us. Nothing compares to it for Her, nothing compares to it for me. HERS, Her Wish.

I like: “You are Mine“
I like: ‘How is My Kitty today?”
I like: “how is my good girl ? ” – and she knows it ignites fire in me, flames i have to control, and she does not abuse of it, i have to earn it.
I like all the variants, in words, in actions, in re-actions.
I like it. Her “Mine“, is something only “mine”.
I am possessive of Her “Mine“.

I like to make it grow, i need teasing it, and She needs me teasing it and desiring it. i make love to this monster growing in Her, wanting almost to rip me apart, strip me and shake me till she is placated and the monster loves me, cares me, wraps me. 

Her calling me “Mine” it’s something ‘mine’ – it is my treasure