His Mark

He will not mark you: that would be too rough,
Whatever implements may come to mind;
His blemishes within you are enough
To ensure you're not taken; when you find
Others, who would have you for their use
And will not win your trust, for they do harm:
The sadists who would bully – so obtuse –
That you can strip the veneer from their charm;
They'd feed upon the fear that you will lose
The sense of being their plaything: you'll gain
The lesser part of valour: their abuse,
Humiliation, lust beneath the pain
They would dish out too freely, as they park
Each short-lived bruise, which won't erase his mark...