Say it again—low and slow,
like a vow I must know.
Tilt my chin, make me wait,
Tempt my hunger, draw in my fate.
Own what is yours, what you need
Tie my wrists, on me you feed
Push, then pause and pace—
let our silence tease,
a breath withheld, a begged release.
Mark me deep, bruise my skin,
Write your name and sink it in.
Not with ink, but with control,
a shiver sharp, a swallowed soul.
Say it again—your voice, my chain,
where pleasure sings the song of pain.
No escape, no need to run,
Just surrender, just become.
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