Privilege

Diving into the ocean of love,

I never took time to breathe,

It was thicker than nights,

And choked into momentary pleasure,

You felt my body as crayon,

Your tongue drew the pattern of heaven on me,

As I dried up in summer,

Your saliva is looking like a painting,

My eyes were half asleep,

The lipstick marks on pillows,

Released a sense of humour in us,

The sunlight parted ways with clouds,

Exactly how we did,

Now it looks dirty on my body,

Your signature marks as bites,

Which I felt was a privilege to have,

Now forcing me to live with low self-esteem.