I look at my purple and yellow flesh. Smile at the memory of where you have been. The harsh and heavy marks of our love. I bite my bottom lip and press my thighs tight. Stifle moans from the ache it brings. Explosions raddle my brain and i wish to be with you again. I trace the indention of rope along my wrists. The thin line between pain and pleasure. How we crossed it; played hop-scotch with it. I giggle to the excitement of my battered soul. The snap and crack of a flogger on my back. Spiders crawl down my spine with the words, "You are mine."