Passion

Bare skin, sharp teeth

Bruises blooming over a 

Pale background

Marks that will fade but 

Feelings that will remain

Your neck, my lips

Searching for a spot 

That will make your 

Breath hitch

A slow smile creeping 

Across my face once

I find it

Nails dig into biceps and 

Scratch across backs

Breathy moans fill an 

Otherwise silent room until

Quickened pulses rise to a 

Crescendo as if a 

Climax has come

Content sighs and lazy kisses

Fill the next few 

Silent minutes

Until one of us

Explores with touches 

And we do everything all

Over again