She calls me "baby" and I don’t flinch
it feels like I am Joan of Arc
and her touch is the fire
flames licking up the sides of my body
Jesus Christ does it feel good to burn

I’ve never had anyone touch me the way she does
Soft yet hungry
Understanding of the scars
and still wanting to kiss me
I want to leave ink stains all over her
marking my territory so everyone knows

I will never get tired of your warm, fidgeting hands
Please don’t tire of mine