hands meeting
between our bodies
above your head
touching and tracing
the curve of your waist
that too on your hip
my teeth at your back
soft bites
and slow moans
whispered words
do you like this?
please more
touch me there
don't stop
what would you like me to do?
i'm close
taste and sound
touch and sight
your body is sweat slicked
and rosy with desire
fitting
may i mark you?
make you mine?
please baby
it's a quiet beg
please do
that curve there, it's mine
this one too
i claim them
i claim you
leaving my print on your neck
then your shoulder
the inside of your thigh
and the slow curve of your lower back
that way
you'll remember the way i tasted you
the way my fingers felt
as they dragged along your skin
the sharpness of my bite
and the taste of you on my lips
when we made love
with alcohol in our veins
and lust in our eyes
and you told me that forever wouldn't
be enough
for the love you had to give me