I want to be marked
as if you owned me,
as if I were a dog you brought to heel,
prized bitch tied out in the yard
waiting for her master's call.
Hand prints on my thigh
A bruise on my breast
Words in a language no one else can read
hidden beneath my clothes.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
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3 comments:
this is as if you were inside of my brain.
that makes me feel soo good, brat--sisters under the skin.
*grin* I very much think so.
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