WORDPLAY: W

Words danced on her finger-nails
As she gracefully inked them in;
Scratches lay reminiscent of our lust
Enshrouded in a love yet to ensnare.
She bit my left ear in a reclusive art
Like strokes painting my earlobe;
Her whispers moaned like the bellowing moon
Her voice, like fireflies crowded my sight.
As her eyelashes rifted against the blur of my eyes
I saw repentance of another's love;
I pressed her tight like a whale on water
Ushering her memories to wade into mine.