In tender whispers, I confess to thee,
A desire that fills my heart, wild and free.
To leave sweet tokens upon your tender skin,
Hickeys, claiming you as mine, deep within.
With lips that long to explore every inch,
Leaving marks of love, where our passions clinch.
A secret language, only we can decipher,
In the shape of a heart, a love that won't wither.
Oh, the yearning to etch upon your frame,
Little love tattoos, a relentless flame.
Each gentle touch, a declaration true,
That forever, I am enamored by you.
In hidden places, only known to me,
A map of devotion, for our eyes to see.
Wrapped in the arms of passionate embrace,
Our love story unfolds, at its own pace.
And as the world gazes, puzzled and perplexed,
We smile, knowing our love cannot be vexed.
For in the privacy of our sacred space,
Our hearts entwined, bound by love's embrace.
So let me leave these marks upon your skin,
Symbols of a love destined to begin.
In whispers, we'll write our tale, no other can see,
Forever in the shape of a heart, you and me.
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