Your eyes seemed to melt into
the dark needful pools of my own.
The kiss was beyond feverous,
so quiet but moving with something primal,
an ancient fury and desire to conquer
suddenly sealing over my parched lips.
You wanted it to leave a permanent mark,
to feel your fire and signature taste,
to keep something in the end,
it’s how I know you loved me.
You must’ve know then,
how I ached for you.
How the proof was already on my skin.
And your need seemed to melt
against the bare form of my own.
The thrust was beyond feverous,
so sudden and moving with something primal,
showing how these bodies have come full circle,
the inevitable ancient ferocity overtaking us.
You wanted it to leave a permanent mark,
a fire streaming through fresh nectar,
to keep a sacred piece of me in the end,
it’s how I know I loved you.
You must’ve known then,
there’s no unjoining us.
The proof was already on my skin.
The proof is already inside you.
