His Corsage

I wear  
his love    
like    
the    
corsage    
he gave    
me    
   
branding    
me    
his    
own    
   
and    
the subtle    
rush    
of    
his aching    
desire    
is known    
when he    
slipped  
the corsage
upon    
my  
delicate wrist  
and    
whispered
   
“the soft petals    
of those    
flowers    
are as soft    
as your    
gorgeous    
cunt”    
   
before    
he kissed me    
passionately    
making sure    
to    
bite    
my bottom    
lip    
before sliding    
his tongue    
along    
the length    
of    
my ruby tinted    
glossy lips    
to part    
them    
and    
it was  
a long    
night    
of    
teasing & tasting    
one    
another’s    
kisses    
before    
he took    
me    
to heaven    
and    
hurt me    
so    
good    
until
I became
swollen    
and    
gaping    
as we    
played
one another    
like    
musical    
instruments    
until    
he made    
me    
gush  
and    
there’s no    
elegance  
in the    
way  
we fuck  
irrespective    
of    
our attire.