leaving her mark

in a moment of
sweaty passion
she bites you
so hard on the neck
that it leaves
a red mark.
it's a suction
splotch the size
of her mouth.
it throbs purple.
you scream and run
to the mirror,
what is wrong with
you, you yell,
have you lost your mind?
are you some kind
of vampire?
this thing will
be on my neck for
a week, at least.
I know, she says.
isn't that a shame.
see you then.