Bite Marks

Bite Marks

I want my body to show

the euphoria I feel

when I am with you.

You press your teeth

hard against my skin.

You leave bite marks

slightly above my hips,

where your hands seize

to draw me into you.

The bruises slowly fade,

memories last a lifetime.

The aching subsides,

whilst in my moaning,

your name resides.

Infliction is a thrill;

we are both winners

in this lustful game.

Poetry by Jeremy Mifsud

Photo by Fernando @cferdo on Unsplash

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