Marked

The haze in the room conceals most of you

I step boldly into the haze closer to you

Intensity of your stare places a bullseye on my heart

I waver

I shake

Your hands the only thing keeping me from stumbling

Nails dig in deep leaving welts on my chest

I whimper

I shake

Your hands back me into a corner

My eyes widen

I reach out and brace my hands on your hips

Hands smacked away

I protest

I touch myself

Nails dig into my neck pinning me

Something shimmers in the haze

Your gaze dares me to move, to disobey

Your blade cuts through my fabric

I scream

I tremble

Your tongue licks up the flow of evidence

You can’t help but leave red marks next to the cuts

I call out your name

I bite your lip

The haze of the room conceals most of you

Down on your knees you stare up

I open myself to you

I whimper your name

Nails dig in deep leaving welts down my torso and down my thighs

I cry

I spill out my excitement

Your tongue lashes out while your teeth pierces

My head slams back

I convulse repeatedly

Your words a whisper through my daze

Mine you state before you go deeper

Your words vibrate up my spine

I shake

I buckle

I fall into the cage of your mouth, your teeth holding me tight

Hands gripping mine

I bend

I sigh

Yours