Coil.
I trace your spine.
The sensual nature of your hips,
Caressing my soul,
Passing through your lips.
Their sweet and lustful seduction,
Trickling through my veins.
Drawing the claws,
Pleasure becoming pain.
Releasing the notion to bear guilt or shame.
I’ve come home in your touch.
Your scent,
Your embrace.
Relinquishing sin,
My teeth piercing deep.
Branding my scar.
Giving in to peace.