I will make a canvas of your skin
In blacks and blues
In swirled greens and yellows
In words pressed deep into flesh
My marks will bind us
Deep as the soul
This possession of all that you are
Belies the truth
Your total possession of me
Looking up
Tears
Eyes pleading for one more flick of the lash
The key to your ownership
Words drip like heroin
“Thank you, Sir”
Pelgris 