This entry has been submitted by me for Thursday Poets Rally Week 50!
Holding tightly but with a touch so gentle.
Caress through skin enthralls and enchants.
Trickling joys through every pore,
washing the soul with care and love.
A lovely whisper through the dark night,
and as soon as the words echo,
millions of fireflies light up the sky.
Swirling scent of roses and milk in air,
dropped together they are in a pond of glee.
Sensuous and intricate arousing touches,
nails digging deep and bites getting wild.
Consuming breathes and palpitating collisions.
Clasping you tight and you play with her hairs.
Gore drips down heavily from the bites and digs.
Bloody ordeal craving goes intensifying with each prick.
Instilling through her a passion flows,
sharing through him and compassion beholds.
Pleading for every bruise and cut.
She enjoys the marks showered upon her.
Moving in mysterious ways through the paths,
it is making the night go slow,
giving it an eternal last....