The moon desired to get marked

Whether crescent

Or in bloom

She was high

Always was

Before her monthly rites

When her hormones rage

Enough to distract a cogitating sage

She decided she has to find a prey

Someone

Somewhere

And then he crossed her path

She could feel his eyes

Prying on her

Not now she thought

I will take him, in leisure

At the twilight hour

She knocked on his door

Sleepy and groggy as he opened his abode

I need to be marked

Saying so she pushed him on the chair

Sitting cross legged

She lowered her dress

Bite me till I hurt, she commanded

I can't do that ma'am, he pleaded

I know you have your eyes caress my flesh, she whispered

I am not asking for sex

I simply yearn to be tattooed

On my breasts

With that she pulled him towards her chest

To resist her

Was impossible

So he feasted on her breasts

As her husband was snoring downstairs

He painted her glorious flesh

Till she was beautified in his lust

She left her tenant

Throbbing for more...

©LR