I know what you tell me, when you don´t speak

I fell the way you look at me each night I am a conveniently and willingly victim of your desire and thirst for blood and chocolate; each time you knock on my door and I conveniently and willingly am waiting naked in my bed for you.
In the shower I counted the love marks your left on my body, your personal flags to claim territory, because deep down inside you know that this territory, my body, cannot be claimed by you, or anybody else.
Is that freedom that you so pleasantly admire the same one that haunts you, making you think somebody uses my body- your playground-, sees it, or enjoys it the way you do; but not to worry for now you´re safe, because you feed my appetite in the amount necessary.
You may be the one in control for now, but my dear who said that I want to have it? I do not wish to be in control, I wish to be submitted, I do not desire to be on top, I desire to be tied up, I do not feed on power, I feed on pain.
The intensity levels grow and the twisted rolls we act upon, one of this days it can slip out of hand and the scars may not disappear, the mark will be permanent, and your claws or teeth may be engraved in my skin like one of my many tattoos.
That is why I like to play the game we play each time we see each other, the game were you smile because I let you think your getting your way, and I smile back pulling the silent strings behind your back.
Let´s continue playing our dirty games, and laugh of the people who will never understand.