You bite my lips, grab my hair,
scratch my neck, baby we're almost there.
The sleekness of my sweat on your skin
you catch your breath when I go in.
Holding tight to my back, no way to slip
your legs around my hips, rocking just a bit.
Gasping out, such a carnal sound
playing with your nipple - teeth tongue and lips.
No time for thoughts, trying to keep a steady rhythm
your sadism for my masochism - that's my serum.
Taking you to where passion is born, hold on tight,
as once created it becomes a great storm.
Your moans are all I need, invigorating my internal beast
getting louder with each thrust further building my lust.
Then your screaming out my name - my body explodes
I can't hear a thing, I'm in the clouds.
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I can't hear, I am in cloud, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.