Passion

Fingers, lips, hands-
they explore my body like a private investigator,
leaving no stone unturned.

I've been assaulted by your hands, your tongue,
your body banging against mine,
and i have the marks to prove it.

Tonight i lay in your arms,
sated and content.
Tomorrow I'll count my badges.

Your bites, your scratches,
the bruises, and love marks.
I'll remember, and smile.