He makes me sore, through my pores, and i want
Pushing my limits, always and more, to my core….
My dark muse brought to life, like a knife he splits,
becomes apart of me, my only plea….
He’s kissed every inch, pinched, leaving
his mark till we part…..
I love feeling him the next morning,
his smell still inside me, sore, till
i want more…..