Her Kiss

When her hands trail my body.
When her lips leave bruises.
And her nails leave blood.
That's my favorite kind of kiss.
Intense and passionate.
Letting go of hate and anger.
Groping for pain.
When her teeth mold my skin.
When her fingers tangle in my hair.
I fall in love with the moment.
Heavy breathing, soft moans.
Hidden in our secrets.
My favorite type of love.
My body touching hers.
Her lips touching mine.
And a fire Burns.
Soft lips, rough kisses.
In a world all our own.
A moment suspended in time.
A perfect moment, perfect kiss.
Limbs entwined, hair tangled.
A balance of pain and pleasure.
And the moment lasts forever.