I crave the sight of you
I'm not ready to end this endeavor
I love how you leave me bruised.
how wondrous it feels to be marked by you
the beautiful colours on my skin
blending together, purple, yellow, blue
draw feelings of awe from within.
your hard and delicate touch
on my shoulder, my thighs, my mind
I long for those bruises so much
of your enchantment they remind.
I'll never again have the delight
of seeing your irreplaceable face
your mouth so cruel and your eyes so bright
no one can replace.
these beautiful bruises fading
but never the memory of you,
though it was you who was betraying
I thirst for nobody new.