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My skin is fair for lack of sun
No marks save red sores left by silent winged sadists
No purple, green, yellow or red
No bitemarks, scratches, imprints, bruises

My skin lacks the artwork tattooed by whip lashes
No whartenburg wheel leaves pinpricks and shivers
No hands press, prod, poke or pinch
No profanities uttered from my glory hole

My neck is pale and naked
No constant reminder of ownership
No prints left from controlling hands
No choking, no gasping, no one to plead with, no one to please

My knees are pale and unmarked
Not stiff from kneeling
Not rubbed from crawling
No electricity to connect to

My brain is wandering aimlessly
Not challenged by boys who chatter endlessly about sex
Rough sex
"Do you want to lick my ass?"
"I want to slap your face and fuck you hard"
Boys who simply fail to understand
That it was never about sex
It will never be about sex
It's about capturing my mind and body
And making me be what I was born for
Submission
That elusive place I call home