A knife twisting-
at all my thoughts
Marked by bites;
hands between your thighs
Adorning your soft hands;
feeling their touch on my
closed eyes.

A magnetic pull;
calling you to my place
Tied together to flesh;
slowly after pulling away
The lace.

All colour in your cheeks;
apart inside my shirt
Holding onto sleeve,
how so do bodies greet?

Slipping whispers;
sending out to the lips
Only after a bite,
is there a gentle kiss.

A cusp of emotions,
of which I can't control
Do you have the guts;
having me stuck like
Something in your teeth?