cotton

i stealthily check the black blue bruises
on my well needed kneaded breasts
reminders of the harsh, probing, never ending,
longings, of ur ever demanding lust.

i watch u, claim them, with my lazy eye,
 u feast hungrily on the sumptuous spread,
life giving force, u merrily chime,
ironically, the pleasure paths is all mine to tread.

i fear tremendously
losing our  sparse moments of pleasure
to the  authoritative disapproval,
of dull insensitive minds of another

i hug  the marks, close to my chest,
zealously guard them from  prying eyes
warp, weft..threads of cotton,
 being my willing accomplice.

our secrets remain hidden,  untold
this humble  garment of armour,
protects our shameless  lust,
 and safe guards my insatiable paramour!