Irrefutable passion sweetens forbidden lips,
Ones I crave to feel dancing along my skin,
Whispering sweet nothings as they kiss
A map decorated with sin
Onto my ever-willing body.
How the soul begs to feel her teeth
Sink into blush-dusted flesh
As desire vibrates just underneath
While I beg to confess
Of my need to be marked by her.
My mind craves to see the bruises she leaves
That mark her territory in her absence,
For I fall apart at the seams
Knowing that in it, she finds satisfaction
While I breathe for her love.
She draws her blade, one thin and sharp,
And drags it along my inner thigh,
Biting her lip as I tremble at the spark
And her gaze locks with mine -
Carving herself into my skin and my soul.
My heart craves to feel her presence,
To know that I am hers alone,
Losing myself in her essence
And pleading through soft moans;
