I look in the mirror at the aftermath of our night… 
Starting at my hair, I run my fingers through thinking of your tight grip and how you made me look at you as you entered me. 
I trail my hands down to my neck where you left kisses and red hickeys in a beautiful pattern so that the world knew I was spoken for. 
Down to my chest where I could feel the imprints you left with your teeth and I could still feel your wet mouth against my *******.
Past my stomach where I remember you left a path of kisses as you took your time teasing me more and more. 
I linger at my ***** thinking of the soft kisses and hard thrusts you left between my legs. 
On my *** you left red handprints for me to feel for days until I'd see you again. 
I think of your thigh kisses and the bites you left between.
As I spread my legs softly playing with the mess of a woman you left behind. I let myself go waiting for your next return. I lay in bed naked because the only thing that looks good on me is you. 
So I will stay here and wait until I can feel your hands against my skin once more.