She didn’t want
intimate silence
she craved my dirty talk
and dirty words
dripping from my lips.
A Satan’s sinful seduction
As dangerous
as Hell’s angels
when she would
open her world to me
She craved
my marks on her skin
That with my touch
I would paint on her
all the lust
that spills out
through my ink
My careful execution
branding what is mine
During our midnight
excursions
where I lead her
to release and flow
my sinful seduction
causing that delicious glow
