Marks Upon The Heart

As she cries out your name
it is like music to your ears,
Your hands grasping at her hips
as if she will disappear if you let go.
Softer than even the softest of furs
her skin feels under your fingers.
She rides you hard and fast,
her walls wrapped around you so tightly,
Hot and slick, like the finest of silken gloves.
Her shapely figure outlined
in the the soft light of candles,
Flickering thru her glazed eyes
an unbridled passion only for you.
Sweet Delicious torture
only she this goddess can give.
Every thrust builds a deep heat
in each others cores.
Begging to release upon one another.
The defining moment
of love, passion, and lust has come.
In forgotten tongues both you and her
cry out to the heavens above,
And even hell below,
They know as you do deep within your soul..
she is yours and yours only.
Even in death, the bond cannot be broken.
As the marks upon each others hearts
will stay forever embedded within.