The Purple Ear

Set on fire by your lips
that gently crossed my collar bone
accompianied by your silk-soft tongue
I rushed to return the favor.
My lips began their trek across your neck
searching for something different.
Having a mind of their own, they find your ears,
nestled under a mound of curls.
Having found it's desire, my lips pull,
trying to steal your ear from it's rightful place.
Moans are emitted as we continue to drink the other up.

When the fires are calmed
all that remains is a purple ear
but oh what a lovely reminder it is.