I think I bruised my lips
From biting down so hard
When I was at my peak
Thinking of you

Sweaty and out of breath
I stare at the ceiling
Wondering if you're doing the same

In time we will bruise each others lips
From biting and kissing hard
While at the peak
Of being with each other

Both sweaty and out of breath
We will look at the ceiling
Then at each other
With glazed over eyes
And relish in the experience we shared.