To paint you
I don't need a brush
I will engrave you with my nails
On your neck, back
And chest
Neck, marking you are my man
For the world to see
Chest, the lingering pain which make you
Curse under your breath
And back so that when you go to sleep
You twist in agony seeking my touch
That's the real art of a woman
Only woman like me have the flair.
©LR









