She marked me,
And I marked her,
Marks on her neck,
Marks on my back,

What sleep was lost,
Was worth it,
First fantasies,
Now fact,

Taken by her timidness,
Entrapped, by her eyes,
Her hair fell like waves of ribbon,
Fingers teasing up her thighs,

Her gaze was that of tempting triumph,
Of injured prey that tricked to pounce,
Her lips she bit with a covenants grit,
From her tongue she did announce,

The sound like god had come back,
Given all ecstasy, be free,
The flesh like soft and supple silk,
The push and pull of righteous glee,

The crashing waves on beaches rock,
The wonder like rising tides,
Teeth and tongue, tease and take,
Tethered we finished with locking eyes.


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