You left marks on me
Some were visible,
Some were not.

Some were shades of
Red, purple, blue and green.
Others were not.

Your lips constructed these
Marks of passion
Upon my porcelain skin.

When noticed,
My temperature rises,
I flush, I blush.
[Yet I wince when they're touched.]

There are these marks,
Invisible to the eye
But they cover every inch of my body.
[I smile because of these.]

Your fingerprints
Have danced
Along my body
Like a ballerina on a stage
Emitting waves of love
Into my bloodstream
Pumping through my veins
Causing my heart to beat only for your touch.

Passion leaves marks of red,
Love leaves my skin unblemished.

Red marks often hurt
Because passion never lasts.

Marks of love leave me
With life that ever-lasts.