Chests arch as if ****** demons are being compelled up by the rough grunts and broken moans
and shuddering nails are digging holes in my back looking for confessions and
hell doesnt even hold screams that thrash in throats like this
The sheets smell like *******, my skin smells like ****, it all smells like sweat, like ***
You are an earthquake in my bones, ribs, my thighs, sending ruptures and pleasure and shock and **** all the way up my spine
Who knew the nightmares could **** so fine?