Chained to love bound by lust Hands held behind her back Slowly biting the nape of her neck Heat now rising The little breath She struggles to hold As pleasure Mounts inside I feel her skin come alive Little goosebumps rise and fall How sweet her aroma Of womanhood My hand caressing I whisper You are my heaven She arches her back in anticipation Her naked ******* rise and fall Under the weight of her breath Only now am I ready For my apple of sin
and i don't know if this is me just overreacting, but the only reason it scares me when the wind causes my bedroom door to slam shut, is because i'm deeply afraid that i'll get used to the sound of people leaving.