Writing.

Lost Bites of Love

3/23/15 11:27pm
I just remembered this sweet memory of mine of the small, stinging kisses that you'd leave on the place of my neck and shoulders and other areas around it without leaving a trace to see that they were actually there; they staticed with strong shocks of electricity every time. I press my fingertips against those areas to feel if they were still there and trace them until I felt the sting of them again.

Now that you'll never leave your marks on me again [that practically meant you were marking your territory on forbidden ground that you've snuck yourself into] I have nothing left to do but dream of the times that you have. most times they come out feelings sweet and fill up the sweet sensation as you have been leaning your prints of your soft lips and the shock of the hardness of your teeth all over again, but other times they come out harsh and lashing at me, burning my skin as if they were permanent scars.

I'll have to wake up and think of a new time, wishing you were still leaving your marks that I desired for, I crave them as I crave your love I wish we could've sorted things out in a better way and finished them on a more appealing note because now all I do is think of when I'll ever be able to feel your marks again.