The fragile beauty of your sweetness
Is captured delicately on my soul’s face
A tender image of effortless grace
With light and air saluting its smoothness
My eye’s tongue tastes your pink skin
As your perfume tickles my nose
With the scent of a blooming rose
Would it be taboo, would it be a sin
To have you imprinted in a place
Where all our secrets are hidden?
To feel you pulsing and coursing
My tongue licking and tasting
Our passions?

I want you on my skin like a tattoo
And in my blood like ink.