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Marks upon your skin
Marks upon your skin
Bite you, spank you, claw you, I've got to mark the scene, I must leave some reminders on the places where I've been
Claw marks and gouges, bruises, welt marks from where you took some whips, tie marks on your wrists, pressure marks on your hips
Nip marks up your legs, like tracks along your inner thighs, all placed strategically, they're only for your eyes
Your skin marks so easily, I just love to leave my stamp, I know you love the pain it gives, it always makes you damp
So when you go about your day, you may feel a little sore, it's because you carry reminders of our kinky night before
The bruises paint pretty colours, as they change throughout the day, all the colours of a rainbow, showing where I was at play
You stroke your marks tenderly, the pain is still devine, just loving reminders of last night, when you were truly mne
Ron
Bite you, spank you, claw you, I've got to mark the scene, I must leave some reminders on the places where I've been
Claw marks and gouges, bruises, welt marks from where you took some whips, tie marks on your wrists, pressure marks on your hips
Nip marks up your legs, like tracks along your inner thighs, all placed strategically, they're only for your eyes
Your skin marks so easily, I just love to leave my stamp, I know you love the pain it gives, it always makes you damp
So when you go about your day, you may feel a little sore, it's because you carry reminders of our kinky night before
The bruises paint pretty colours, as they change throughout the day, all the colours of a rainbow, showing where I was at play
You stroke your marks tenderly, the pain is still devine, just loving reminders of last night, when you were truly mne
Ron
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