There are bite marks where you left them,
nails racked down your back.
Rug burns where I don't want them,
but that happens when attacked.
I whine in response,
as you nuzzled at my neck.
Till light hit our bodies,
we didn't know there were bruises left.
Did you know I could mewl?
I didn't know you could growl.
Under the moonlight,
we both panted and howled.