.the permanent bite mark.

.the permanent bite mark.

the sex was quite rough..
the bathroom door closed shut..
when the bite came..
she cried like the night's windy rain.

he left her in much pain..
hindsight..
something's she'd have changed..

she felt on her shoulder blade..
the skin felt a bit raised..

a week or two passed by..
the pain was still nagging high.

leaned up against the mirror..
just so she could see a bit clearer..

his bitemark was still here..
on the shoulder he'd left bare..

a permanent mark from that strange day,
the day she had no "no's" to say..

lesson learned bout a safe word..
she'll use one forever...
if necessary become a sung bird..

an experience that she can't regret..
because of that permanent tattoo near the chest.

it was worth every min..
the memories she's left with?
plenty.

sent him a picture..
said should have got it tatted quicker.

the permanent bite mark.

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