Lipstick Mark

Moving softly through the night
Smiling now her goals in sight
Moves to wards in him the dark
Imprints him with a lipstick mark
He tries to wrap his arms around
She pushes him back without a sound
She's in control, this is her game
Her mission tonight? Drive him insane
She runs a finger down his chest
His breathing is a labored mess
He tries to reach to pull her close
A kiss is what he wants the most
She pulls him down in an embrace
Traces the smile upon his face
Whispers "I love you" as they start
To them this is a wondrous art
An art that shows the love they share
An act that's common, a love that's rare ©

*Gem*

(One of my favorite poems I've ever done for some reason. I don't know, i just like it =)