I want your tongue down my throat
to rub my fingers through you hair.
I want your skin to slightly slit by your neck
as you let my consume the mortal fluid
as it mixes in with my own.
That look in your eyes
that quiver of your lips
sending a shiver up my spine
as we wrestle w/ our tongues.
Then you to enter me. Softly screaming.
Rubbing in and out in and out.
Fear trickles unto your soul
yet stratifies your thirst
as the fire of passion and lust brews within our cores...
The feeling of ecstasy brushing our flesh sinking in
Rushing through our pulsing veins
suffocated by our violent hidden rage
nourishing. the hunger of our carnal lust
Intensifying the movement of the hips
gasping for air in the cold arena
louder and louder faster and faster
and the death of the moment
creeps in pleasurable bliss
