Everything I Can't Say Aloud

I stare at the hickies that glitter his skin, proud of the artwork I have implanted from my lips. On the collar bones he's so self conscious about, around the recently healed tattoo on his abdomen and most prominently on his most sensitive skin that adorns his neck. Each mark reminiscing the night they were created. Each red dot expressing a passion that only I can give him. Each one, claiming him mine forever.