Breadcrumbs

Pressed too close to cave painted stone,
Clouds of breath, orange and brown,
Still never bother
to hide your erection,
Held in my hand,
dug your fingernails in,
hurt my fingers,
left bite marks and kisses
Etcetera,
Breadcrumbs left behind you.

Let me, please,
be the less-loving,
the heart-of-stone.  
or let me cry pearls,
make a necklace when you leave.