Stop. Uncap. The scent of ink.
A sharpie marker.
Get it hard. That's it, Mine.
Yes, baby. Pull... shudder, groan.
I see your hands shake.
Penmanship forgotten.
The letter on your shaft
shaky and misshapen in your haste
To mark what once was yours
As mine.
Shiver.
You kneel, head down, eyes up.
Mine.
We revel in it.
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