Flaw Salad

I’ll pull you off the shelf. No other men will touch you. You’ll be here for me, only me, when I want you, when I need you.

No, I won’t carry you with me. You can’t ask me to carry you. That’s too much. No, I’ll just leave you here.

You can stay here standing, and you can wait for me. I’ll come see you when I can.

Listen, I can hear you crying out, but you’ll have to wait. Please, don’t be too impatient.

Maybe you had others up there on the shelf, but what I give you is so much better. Don’t you feel good when I love you? I know you love my love.

I’m keeping you here, for me alone. You’re kept! Doesn’t it feel good to be kept?

I don’t know why you’re so ungrateful. You need too much.

No, you don’t get to ask to go back to the shelf. No, you’re not crawling there. I’m putting you back. See? The decision is mine.

Back you go.

Good luck finding what you seek. Really, best wishes to you. But you’re missing out.