The stains of submission fade
What was once blue and rude
Fades to yellowish ugly marks left behind
As she washes and looks
The memories of the touch that was
The surrender that left these marks
She smiled and washed
The feel of her tender bruises
Left a grin befitting some chased feral beast
As she licked her lips and smoothed the touch
Another night she will again
Surrender to that unconditional touch
With sly grins and flushes
She will again return to accept
The touch that will fade with time
And sing the song once again
The lyric of surrender complete
“Yes please use me” she cries with a smile.
Journey with Zynklayr 