23957 posts 10/12/2017 2:00 pm
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The Marks.. The Marks...
Yes, I see the red welts on your bottom, raw and angry and tender, a reminder of your need, of how the pain drains your mind of its madness and fear, and brings you peace.
Yes, I see the marks of the corset, tight against your skin, holding you back, holding you out, exposing each curve and withholding the ability to breathe deeply.
Yes, I see these marks, knowing as only true love knows, that they pale against the marks that cannot be seen.
The Other Poems~
"Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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10/12/2017 3:56 pm
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The marks you see are of little consequence. Compared to the marks in your heart an soul.
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8847 posts 10/12/2017 2:28 pm |
beautiful.
"Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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