Adorning her skin with my marks, redness from the tightness which my fingers grasped her waist, echoes of where my teeth clamped unto her neck, things for her to look into the mirror and see the next day. Reminders of who took her so completely
Delicately disrobing her, piece by piece, like a fragile present. Taking every gentle moment so slowly, to savor them, for between gentle beginnings and tender endings, is a rough, passionate middle