A cannot stand the way you bite your lip

Self-control begins to slip

I want to attack

To devour the slack

Your hair pulled banded up

I gaze hungrily upon your neck

I want to rough closeup

Put your slender body in submissive check

Oh I wouldn’t dare waste

A single sliver of succulent taste

Those begging lines I dare to trace

To see the orgasm on your face

To hear the sounds

Passion mounds

You’re in my head

In my bed