Nelya

Your neck is a canvas on which I will leave my mark. I will press my lips to your skin, kiss it slowly, run my tongue over the pulsing vein, then bite — hard enough for you to feel the pain mixed with pleasure. I will leave a red mark on your neck that will remind you of me for days, that will itch under your clothes, making you remember this moment again and again. When I pull away from your neck, I will look at the mark I left and say, "Now you will always remember me." And at that moment, when you look at me, when you feel the pain from the bite mixed with the desire I'm igniting in you — you come. From my kiss, from my bite, from me leaving my sign on you, my property, my name. With me, you don't just come — I mark you as my territory, and you wear that mark with pride.