The red flush on your cheeks,
The detailed neck lines,
The sweat on the collar bones,
The husky sound of your breath
eager to race with your pounding heart,
The red marks of my fingers on your neck
as I gripped it tight and slid down and
Your trimmed fine lips are being adored with mine,
And your shy eyes were shut, and Your flesh
were not on sense, as they didn't
let you know of my tight grasp, as
Your arms were on my neck,
dragging me to your lips
with a desire to tear them apart,
With our sweaty skin smelt lust, and
the smelt waited long, to end.

The red flush was gone,
The collar bones rested,
The breath was silent,
But the marks on the heart,
that was never gone.....