Etch-a-sketch-a-scratching lines

of lust-inspired love designs

With bite marks only black and blue

I nibble deeper into you

As the night rolls on and lips are sealed

our heat steams over the window shield

I hold a flame between my lips

while yours leave bruises on my hips
And songs of passion fill the air
as we tug upon eachother's hair
Inhaling music and another's scent
sets for a weekend of time well spent
For these few days, I must decree
I was happy to stay at the House of Glee