Hurt

Hurt me.
Please. 
Write passion on my skin. 
Burn it into my muscles. 
Make me feel it in my bones. 
Let it echo after it's all over in every move i make.
Hurt me so i will remember.
The look in Your eye.
The wretched bliss of Your touch.
The way You violated me for Your pleasure.
And my own.
i am not a masochist.
i don't crave pain.
What i need is You.
Evidence of You.
Proof.
Symbols of those moments when You draw me near and take possession.
my vulnerability laid bare in the marks
flesh hot and bruised
soft in Your grasp
subjugated to You completely
Yours for the taking
and marking.
It's the most primal release of Your power over me.
The mating of Your passion and my desire.
Please.
Hurt me.
i need You to.