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God, I love marking you. And, yes, it’s to show that you’re mine, but it’s more satisfying to know that you’ll see them there. That you’ll think of my mouth, my hands, my touch, my eyes on you. You are so incredible, and I just can’t believe I get to touch you. I get to be with you, like this; vulnerable. I can’t believe that I’ve been given that trust. I love marking you, I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like I want to be closer, so much closer. I want to feel you. I crave you and your sounds, I crave to be something to you, with you. I crave to be remembered. It’s as much a fervent ‘I’m yours’ as it is a ‘you’re mine’.