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No reminders left upon my body,

No remnants of your hardness striking mine;

There is no black and blue, but I carry 

Clarity of memory till next time. 

Your manly mitts did tenderize the pale

Of my wincing breast with  no tell-tale trace;

And gone is the remainder of your force

That slapped insolent laughter from my face. 

Unmarked, unseen, like a slate wiped clean,

Relightened, no evidence of your brand:

No pleasure derived from the fleeting sign

Of warm bum by unlasting redd'ning-hand. 

  When we are once again so in bed fresh,

  I will welcome your mark upon my flesh.