Hurt So Good

IT'S NOT SUPPOSE TO HURT SO GOOD,
BUT IT'S A PLEASURABLE PAIN.

AN UNDYING DEDICATION TO SATISFACTION HAS YOU MOANING MY NAME.

THE PRESSURE IS BUILDING,
IT'S GETTING HOT.

OUR BODIES SWEATING...
DON'T WANT TO STOP.

STROKING WITH THE MOTION OF A SHIP OUT TO SEA.

YOUR NAILS IN MY BACK,
IN MY EAR YOU'RE CALLING ME.

SAYING "THAT'S IT, BABY THAT'S MY SPOT".

HORMONES AND EMOTIONS IN A RAGE,
IT'S TOO SOON TO STOP.

...AND SO WE CARRY ON,
OUR BODIES INTERTWINED.

NOT EVEN WORDS CAN EXPRESS THE VISIONS IN MY MIND.

WITH YOU NOW ON TOP OF ME,
YOU CLINCH UP AS IF IT'S TOO MUCH.

YOUR MUSCLES CONTRACT AT JUST THE HEAD, I MOAN AND TENSE UP.

FIREWORKS IN THE AIR, TIDES RUSHING THE SHORE, A WINTER WATERFALL, ALL VISIONS OF MY EXPLODE.

IT IS DONE, AS WE LYE THERE STILL... IT'S NOT SUPPOSE TO HURT SO GOOD, SO TO THAT I WROTE THIS ODE.