Wrapped In His Love

The floor, clothed but our bodies, bare.

The smile of the devil etched upon his face.

The stinging bites of his handprints claiming my skin.

Sweat stained delight between my thighs as he approaches,

Closer, nearer, the scent of the man who was marred.

His commandment over my quivering self,

Liquefying my insides, testing my breath.

Moonlight painted on his naked chest,

For on him, a shirt would be a sin.

My ember of hope, he drew me close.

He embed himself in my web of flesh.

The end of all has come so near.

One kiss, four words, he asked,

"Will you marry me?"

Reviews

[Ren Grace]

lust and love poetry. This was very well written! Your imagery is amazing, thank you for sharing :)