Bruised Love
The first time our bodies collided, it was no accident,A spark caught fire, tearing through reason’s lament.Your skin was a battlefield, trembling beneath my hands,I traced every inch, staking my demands.
My fingers whispered secrets against the curve of your spine,
Drawing out gasps that blurred the lines.Desire roared between us, raw and untamed,A storm of pleasure we refused to name.
You pulled me deeper, where words held no sway,
Only the language of moans in a fevered ballet.Our bodies a symphony, wild and obscene,
Each note struck hard, sharp, and keen.
There was no room for softness, no gentle refrain,
Only the crash of passion and the sting of pain.Bruised love marked us, its grip vice-tight,A blend of agony and ecstasy staining the night.
The past tried to haunt us, its weight dragged near,
But the flames between us burned away fear.Your nails dug deep, a claim etched in flesh,
Each scar a reminder of how we transgressed.
Tell me again how my touch seared your skin,
How it beckoned you closer, pulled you within.The thunder of our pleasure shook the skies,
Your cries a hymn, your surrender my prize.
We fed the fire, reckless and bold,
Unable to quench the inferno we hold.The heat consumed us, left us bare,
Two souls devoured, stripped of care.
Even as the scars of yesterday linger,
Our passion remains, sharp as a dagger.The bruises we wear are no badge of regret,
But proof of a love that refuses to forget.
When the world grows quiet, when shadows creep,
Our flame reignites, setting fire to the deep.Bound in this dance of lust and sin,
Bruised but alive, we burn from within.
Let the scars tell the story, let the marks remain,
They’re not chains to break but ink in our veins.For bruised love is fierce, unyielding, and true,A raw, primal force that beats in me and you.