Are you into me?
When it feels so good, but it’s bad for you
Can’t say I don’t want it ’cause I know I do
The smoothness of your lips on mine, kissing the bruises away, tearing any possible train of thought away.
It is like you need to devour my mouth. It’s a must for you to have my head in a jumbled mess. Completely vulnerable to you.
It is a massacre. Sheets on the floor, clothes torn apart, legs open wide and there you are, devoted.
“Mine”, you growl into my ear as you remind me again and again who my body truly is for. Sweat runs down the middle of my breasts and suddenly, your lips, licking sweet and salty droplets of sky.
My mind is racing. Why am I truly here for? I grasp your messy hair, enjoying the way it slips in between my fingers. I find myself lost again.
I taste blood in my mouth, familiar taste, I bit my lips again trying to hold my composure with you. What have you done to me.