I scribe my feelings across your skin in passion marks
Writing sonnets with my teeth,
Leaving epic love tales of lust with every indentation on flesh.
I sign my name with the perfect mix of pain and pleasure
And speak the language of need –
Every syllable synchronous with your whimpers.
I am the one who brings your overflow with every nip
The tip of your nib the jar of ink I dip into
Tracing letters in cursive,
Spelling seduction slowly across taut breasts
Leaving Passion’s marks in my wake.