Analysis of Caress Me

Caress me.
Mold my skin to your preference and make of me your desire.
Let your essence be an imprint on my soul, lest death take your name from my lips, and your mark upon my flesh dissolve to dust, that no one should know I once was yours.
Take your stroke; create me, for you are my artist.
My breath is your imagination.
My pulse beats at your command.
Make me beautiful and contemplate your work.
Smile for me, my beloved torturer, and I will know that my destiny has been fulfilled.
Find within yourself a safe place to store me; let me find respite there.
'Til the day you remember that you once ached to own me, I close my eyes and wait.
Caress me.