I want to mark you. I don’t want it to be a tattoo, and certainly nothing as potentially e

I want to mark you. I don’t want it to be a tattoo, and certainly nothing as potentially embarrassing as my name, or even one of the names that you might use for me. That would be tawdry, and it would betray the potential for this being something fleeting. Even if it lasts for years, you’ve got many more that that, so to imagine that I should deserve the honour of a place on your body, when the future is so uncertain, is more than a little arrogant. That’s hubris. But I want to mark you all the same. I want there to be something on your body that I decided. Something that didn’t pop into your mind until I suggested it, and while you might become enamoured with the idea, was always planted by my hand. I want to be there when it’s done, and I want to watch you heal, see your body accept this new part, and know that it is mine. I want to pierce something. I want to leave something there.  I want to see you put on a top that you’d previously not thought twice about, and chuckle as I notice it clearly visible through the fabric. I want to see you blush. I want to share that moment, and know that it was mine.  I want to mark you. I want you to be marked. -- source link
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