Painted Nails, drawing blood ... red tattoos,
upon the wanton canvas
of his flesh.
Hair pulled back hard,
her slender throat exposed,
to his carnal animalistic need to bite... to taste the heat of skin.
Backs arched
hips raised
toes curled seeking purchase,
Within the fallen landscape
of notted silk and cotton sheets.
Screams of pained pleasure echo... reverberate as vertebrae twist and contort
two bodies moving as one within a singularity of the dance
where the only rhythm
is their own movement ... the only beat their two hearts
crying out to one another.
Raised voices escaping their lips in exasperated gasps and feral grunts
as they collapse,
their exchange spent
sweat mingling ... pooling in natural crevices
as fervent prayers turn to silent whispers
as lips wetted ... bitten and softly ... pulled
adding salt to open wounds
with
a selacious smile.