Makes me shiver and curl my toes just like I did every time you kissed my delicate parts; My neck, My bottom lip, My ears...
How you held me
The memories of how your tongue caressed mine
Makes me shiver and curl my toes
Just like I did every time you kissed my delicate parts
My bottom lip
The spot that marks the center of my small frame.
The parts that the sun never shines upon.
The scars on your back tell the most erotic story
Of how you'd gently lay me down
Look me in the eye and smile
Then proceed to make me arch my back
Urging the flame in me to intensify
As you kneel down and pray fervently and oh so sweetly to the goddess hidden between these thighs of mine.
With every electrifying touch
The goddess in me responds
Making sweet music that only you bring out of me.
The tigress in me is burning up in fierce passionate flames
She responds by clawing into your back till you bleed.
You tell me the pain is bitter sweet
That it makes the groans screams and moans of my final explosion all the more rewarding.
The higher the peak you drive me wildly to,
The more the blood on your back,
The more the beautiful scars.
I have made your back a work of art with my claws
This is how you know I love you and I'm passionate about you.
If you ever doubt what we have, look in the mirror and look at the scars of varying depths and haphazard curves
Let them remind you that you and I belong together.
Poem by: Summer