Map

This poem is about the intensity of passion.

Bite me:

Slowly sink

Your teeth

Into my flesh,

Stain my skin,

Brand me

With your mark.

Bruise me:

Use those hands

So big

Against my curves,

Colour me:

Paint my paleness

Dark.

Cover me

With memories,

Landmarks

Of our love;

Map me

From first gasp

To final arc,

Love me,

Fierce and fast

With kisses

That wont fade,

Leave me

Loved

Past passion's dying spark.

The End

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