Bonded

In a fit of fiery passion
I choke you
and spit
Your neck, once pale,
reddens with grip.
Gasp heavily,
my dear,
in the throes of your bliss
this passionate touch,
you sorely do miss.

I taught you,
with a slap
and a quick hand to your ass,
who owns you
who throws you
who burns you (oh)

I am your owner,
unmistakably so.

Listen quite clearly
and you will hear
my name
whispered loudly,
yet filling the air.

No matter who owns you
you will always be mine,
not his, nor hers,
your wrist bleed with mine.