Hard

I want to bite her hard to leave a mark
And own a piece of her enticing flesh;
And bite her once again to taste the fresh
Delights she offers up, until I park
My teeth upon her shoulder, where the bite
Will show up when she wears a lovely dress
That sits low, to show cleavage and impress
The suitors, who her cast-down eyes excite,
Until they see the bruising near her neck,
And realise that she's susceptible
To needs that other men cannot reward;
I'll leave her trembling, a nervous wreck;
Intent on her surrender, giving all
To one who clearly wants to bite her hard.