With every glide
of my tip,
I make you mine
as I worship
your beautiful body
your ****** skin,
making me yours
tempting me to sin
with every mark
I leave on you,
inking all my
dark dangerous hue,
I lose a piece
of my heart
everytime
your lips part
and I wait for
us to reach above
the euphoria
of making love
until
you milk
me dry and run
out of space by
coming undone.

"Our intimacy
sets the poets free
helping them
create poetry".

-said the pen to the paper