I wear his mark upon my skin

some see it as a dubious sin

But as my inhibitions fall

my passion’s owned

my soul’s devoured

It's always at the midnight hour

~

His touch, a whispered etch

Upon my skin

A claim of love a passion within

as Inhibitions fade desires ignite

And in the midnight hour

our love takes flight

~

His smile, that radiance upon his face

I live for moments when His eyes

light up with joy, approval given

And in the midnight hour

our love is built

~

I gladly wear His mark

of words etched into my bones

Transforming aching heartbeats

into passions owned

A sultry coalescence of breath and tide

Heat of skin and delicate flesh

weeping from my silken folds onto glistening lips

A delicious surrender of my shallow evocations

as I ride every shuddering wave