thigh high

putting my new thigh high stockings on
and remembering the bruise i left with my teeth
wishing to leave another
fresh mark
well placed
with a devious grin.

my grin fades
with thoughts of another
angry
bite
piercing skin
leaving a bad taste

that may never rinse clean

a tug of emotional war
rages in my head
with no winner
to walk proudly away

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