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