You left your mark...
I -- the unsuspecting recipient...You found your way to me, intentions of the mind you sought to make alive.
I laid there silently, unaffected, as you perched your body on top of mine... your touch so soft, almost unknown.
You began to explore body and skin until to you a familiar place was found.
The retraction of your skin, the penetration of mine...the pulling apart of flesh to find pleasure... your pleasure.
The exchange of fluids - my lifeline, your deposit...
And so you continued until the climax...until your hunger was satiated.
It was then I felt it, the running sensation, the alarming of neurons to the action of what had happened, by then it was too late.
You left me to find another, the way that is your custom.
You left me nothing but the memory of your mark...