This one's something a little warm. We can't be serious all the time now, can we?
I hope it finds you well, and do tell me what you make of it.
Hickeys
The marks are a part of me
Red symbols in my fair skin
Screaming at me when I look in the mirror
Telling me to run far away
But I cannot
'Cos you own me
Masks
Fascination as it covers my face
Leaving only a fraction for my lips
Uncertainty when you whisper in my ears
Fear of the unknown nagging me to quit
But I cannot
'Cos I belong to you
Chains
Hands bound behind my back
Legs shackled wide apart
I’m a prisoner and I love it
You asking me if I want to be set free
But I cannot
'Cos you belong to me
