I dream of chains, of ties that bind, Of tender pain, his touch unkind. He claims my flesh, my breath, my cries, And leaves me raw beneath his eyes.

Blindfolded there, my world goes black, His handprint blooms across my back. A burning brand, his mark remains, A map of lust in bruised terrains.

He takes me whole, I give him all, A fragile, eager, willing doll. My skin adorned with crimson trails, His pleasure paints where passion sails.

Each scar a vow, each bruise a gift, Through him, my soul begins to lift. His whispers carve me, sharp and sweet, His will becomes my heart’s heartbeat.

Exhausted, spent, my body aches, Yet still, I plead for what he takes. To let him feast, to feel him near, The sting, the bliss, the voice I hear.

Night after night, I call his name, This mystery man who fuels my flame. I wake with scars in dreams replayed, And puddles where my longing stayed.

So take me, love, and lay me bare, Do what you will, I’ll meet you there. Blindfold my eyes, control my breath, Your use my life, your grip my death.