Marked
Ashton Nyte
The first time we touched
I thought I'd died
And whe parted I felt
that burning inside
And when we pressed against the dark
Cerebral healing
would leave it's mark on me
Blessed by the virtue in your smile
Such child-like purity
so sensually entwined
And in your breath the flames will rise
That cleansing warmth
restores the colour in my eyes
You leave your mark on me