Written by: Cyndi MacMillan

Rasp me deep pink with your shadow,
inhale desire, then moans swallow,
I’ve been branded shoulder to thigh,
faint marks make notes on each caught sigh
with kisses unbearably slow.

Stars rake pale sheets, the moon is low,
upon this fair skin, loving shows,
every part of me clings and cries
                        rasp me deep pink.

This wicked chafe that you bestow 
grinds early dawn, creates its glow,  
night dissolves as you gently pry
with rough requests I’ll not deny,
morning comes, Love, I beg you now
                        rasp me deep pink.