Beautiful Bruises
I cannot keep this
to myself
he said and then
he kissed
her shoulder
naked ..
Although indeed,
that move
was oh’ so very
lightly executed ..
Then resting
on both elbows
down he
went oh’ so very
low and slow ..
Though far enough
and fair enough
for his chest hair
to brush
against the small
of her back,
precisely where
she liked it ..
Dear lord she cried
I’m overcome
together then both
smiled as one ..
Each knowing they
had each
done wrong ..
Not caring though,
not even
in the slightest ..
But how now though
shall we explain
to those who
may ask us about
these
most beautiful
of bruises ..
No need, her lover
sighed ..
Let’s keep them
sacred to ourselves
and so they did,
for always and eternal ..








You ALWAYS write in deep details making your poem very special, making it feels real, like it’s here and now… another wonderfully passionate sweet romantic love poem✨💖🔥💕
You know how to make someone feel a little bit special too my very dearest Light💕 thank you so much for calling on me and for just being You 💕😎💛🌻👍
💖🤍💕🥰✨🌻
😎🌻🌻🌻💛💛💛⭐⭐⭐🌟🌟🌟👍
The pair of beautiful bruises seemed to be a secret that was shared and created a fond memory
Thank you most kindly for visiting my words here and sharing your thoughts on the matter in question .. Neville 😎👍
Tremendous. You nailed it.
Cheers Thomas .. that is most kind of you .. Neville 👍
Passionately penned, Neville. Excellent write my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
Cheers D .. N .. 😎👍