Red and purple marks decorate my skin.
These temporary tattoos hide under my clothes.
Not easily seen but felt.
Little reminders of moments of passion.
A sigh parts my lips as my fingers trace the indents from your teeth.
Closing my eyes I feel those strong hands grabbing me, pulling me, igniting waves of pleasure through me.
A lingering pain as I touch my earlobe, my neck.
A familiar ache rises and a smile curves my lips, exposing dimples and mischievous eyes.
I think of the marks left on you, and wonder if they elicit the same feeling in you.
With each movement and a bit of pressure I feel each love spot all over again.
But as time passes and tattoos fade, whispers of moments and echoes of your touch linger.
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Amanda McGuire
Just a girl writing for fun… With a passion for helping others and striving to always be my most authentic self.
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Comments (2)
Oh my, now I feel embarrassed, lol. I thought this was a poem about an abusive relationship 😅
Sensual and romantic!! Loved it!