I’m here without you
but, in my thoughts and dreams
your kisses are still lingering on my swollen lips.
Marks of our passion
are etched on my body.
The heat of our entwined bodies
shimmering in the pale moonlight
of my desolate room.
Each mark
a testament to shared desire
reminding of our passion
imprinted on my body
and tattooed across my soul
Which otherwise
would be swept away
in memories
of love’s fervid embrace
as you rode my sword
with your perfectly fitting
hilt of oiled joy
