Bang the lights out
Banging our backs across the walls
The picture frames dropping,
Making crashing sounds,
Glass shards crunching beneath our feet.
His hands hovering above every side
Touching and squeezing me,
His legs wobbling while finding our room,
We lit each other up
Kissing and sucking
A thud
I fell onto a soft bed
His sloppy kisses over my neck
To my ears
And his grunts, loud as I pulled on his hair.
My buttons flying across the room
Hitting and bouncing off,
He was too engrossed in my body
Tracing his fingers
And my nails drawing fine lines,
I was Picasso;
My finished art left for morning.
His teeth sinking into my neck
Leaving me moaning,
He groaned and grunted.
His arousal left him dazed,
A state of hypnosis
Intoxicated by my scent
Inhaling my scent
And leaving marks,
He was Van Gogh;
A fine man of art!
And I could only gawk
At his body
It calling onto me.
I wrapped my long talons around his neck
Turned him over
Licked his face
And my waist will bear marks
A powerful gasp
My body Riddled with electricity
When his nails dug into my waist.
I grinded on his hard cock
And my wetness made me slide on his cock,
Moans stole themselves out of our mouths.
Turning his face to the side
Licking it and him, hissing
I was nasty
And he loved nasty
Biting on his ears
Whispering how I owned his cock
And he groaned in shock.
I had him!
I stroked this beauty;
Long veiny member
Ready to pop.
He dominated,
Pushed my legs apart and crowned
Pushed deeper and tore a scream,
My body spazzing;
Such intensity,
Grabbing the root of my hair
And biting into my neck
Thrust after thrust
Whorish after slutty words!
My body was under a spell
Ready to abide by all his wishes..
His tongue finding my nipples
And he bit,
My scream was tangled with his name
And my voice dripping with all his power,
He had me good.
Sweaty sticky beings
Horny bastards,
Too sore and spent
A knock on our door,
The neighbours reported us again.
“Fucking Neighbours!”
