I bind myself to your bed
with no visbale rope or chain.
But with the simple knowledge,
that I cannot live without your touch
I can feel it haunting me.
It's pressure on my spine,
the tug on my hair.
Nails leave rivers on white skin,
these rivers I travel when you're gone.
Mark my skin,
I leave it to you.
A calling card that I am yours.
Even now I can feel you still.
Inside me, real in my mind.
The crule, hard, heat.
Exploding into me,
leave your makr on my DNA.
That is why I am bound.
I cannot be whole,
when I am lacking.
Outside I heal,
Inside you're absence,
make me weak.
Until you return.
