Marked

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 childlike 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