Battle scars
I love that moment your soft skin drags between my teeth, the ping as it breaks free, though the moment is so brief
The sound of your slightest sigh or the small whimper of slight pain, the knowledge that i've marked you, in ownership once again
Some marks are carefully hidden, some are deliberately left on display, my submissive wears them head held high no matter comes what may
She loves to parade the passion of her masters hungry need, the bruises changing colours where her blood vessels were forced to bleed
But she's not the only one who carries the marks of last night's war likè play, I covered in claw marks and they're stinging me today
I bite you abd you claw sometimes our passions seem like war, both end up has sexual casualties, hell who could ask for more
Whether it's fucking or sex fighting you know in your heart I'll win, I will always be the sexual dominant force, in our night of sin
So let loose your dogs of war, let fly all your sexual rage, because once the heat of battles done, I'll just lock you back into your cage
THE KINKY POET
