I was thinking about the way he touches me. He leaves marks on me every day. Every day that he shows up for me. Every day that he caresses my skin with his words.
It is almost enough. Almost feels safe. But my body seems to always beg for something more. It is eager for those hands to do the touching. Eager for softness to turn hard and then soft again.
I want him to put his mark on me. I want the feeling of being his in every way.
I was thinking about Ink and Skin in the more literal sense today. I have the urge to be branded or really tattooed with a design that comes from Daddy. I think it would be all sorts of cheesy goodness if we could get matching tattoos. But I would settle for something he chose to put on me.
Lisa Gray 