Scent And Marks

The musky

scent of her

entices me

For she has

been awaiting

my presence

~

The friction

of her skin

and flirtatious sin

As she stokes herself

before me

Drawing me closer

Daring me to take

what is mine

and to receive

what is given

with a willing heart

~

She writes her

desires and claims

upon my form

As if my skin

was her parchment

And I bear

her words

with pride

For they

mark me as hers

Just as she is mine

~

Lips that whisper

and weave tender myths

cadences of passion

symphonies of fire

As our wills align

and echo what we share

It is there that

our hearts’ greatest desire

meets with our

deepest longings

And when you are within

my grasp

You are where you belong