Bite Marks and Rose Hips

Bruises on skin where my teeth have sunk in
Your flesh is a fruit when it’s marked

Sweat slicks your cheeks like dewdrops on peach
Drip-drops on my stomach in the dark

Taut muscles working and tightening, churning
Your body is a sculpture come alive

Sweet quiet breath hits hot notes on my chest
Melts into a river of rose hips and sighs

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