Don’t know when it started happening, but we’d, started, planting those kisses on one another’s bodies…
Planting those kisses, they need to be visible, meaning somewhere that’s, shown, flashed outward, for the world to see! Like on the necks, the cheeks, the lips, the arms, someplace, not covered up, so the world knows, that we’re, already, “taken”!
Planting those kisses on me, you had, and, it’d, felt amazing, as you, grazed those lips, against my body, it drives me wild, don’t you know it…Planting those kisses, we’d, gotten so used to, marking each other, as our “territories” now. We’d, gotten into this habit of checking each other’s clothes, bodies when we arrive home, to see, if there are, signs of, either one of us, being unfaithful to the other………
Planting those kisses, you had, on me, all over my body, you’d, sucked on my skin so hard, that all the capillaries broken wild open, and, I’m covered, in black and blue of your love for me now. Planting those kisses, we got so used to them, and, as they’d, faded, paled out, we felt compelled, to plant more of those, kisses onto one another’s bodies.
Planting those kisses, eventually, those kisses had, turned to this darkness that’s black like the nights, and, no matter how hard we’d tried, we couldn’t, erase these markings of our, so-called love for one another.
We’d been, “marked”, “branded” forever, by each other’s, BAD love now…………