My sheer cover is stained by your touch
I didn’t want it to ever stop
I spoke with my eyes, questioning your next move
Your hands on my legs
Your lips on my neck
They form something else besides words there
A bruise
A symbol of your claiming me
I’m yours
My muscles finally give in, any opposition fading fast
You guided me just where I needed to go
My hands inside yours
My lips on your collar
A kiss becomes more passionate there
Now you have
A bruise
A symbol I was closer to you
You’re mine
About the Creator
Chloe kuhn
I write abstract and story telling poetry I hope people can connect with on some level.
I'm currently attending GVSU majoring in English and minoring in philosophy. I want to be an editor when I get out of school.
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