The trail of marks
From my neck to my waist
The path I long
For his fingers to trace
I yearn for his touch
Just a taste of his tongue
Together for a month
But I've waited so long
My breathing hitches
I shake and shiver
His lips crash into mine
I feel him quiver
As he kisses each mark
As he bites my skin
I feel him becoming
The lover from within
I hear the noise
So desperate from inside
Love and pleasure
He can no longer hide
He finishes with me
I think where to begin
I kiss his body
From his neck to his chin
I stop and look
At the art we both made
I dont want these love bites
Ever to fade
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poems by me
PoetryJust a bit of poetry I've written over a few years so dont judge it too harshly. Plus it does get better as you go on (in my opinion). PLEASE LOOK AT THIS BEFORE READING!!!! If you know me in real life and choose to read this please dont show people...
