I would love to give you some hickies, he remarked

As he caressed her legs

Where would that be, she replied amusedly

Well, I would have preferred the neck, he said

For that would have been conspicuous

But I will prefer 

Between your legs

On your creased petals

Signaturing my lust on it

So that when you walk

You feel the ache

And you long for me

Again and again.

©LR