"You be the hurricane
I'll be the eye"

Your too often silent lips whisper against
The soft inside of my thigh
Just before you send me over the edge of your teeth
I moan and writhe from your sharp attention
The storm of release leaving your mouth wet
**** aching
Somehow it is never rough enough
"Bite harder"* you grit out
"Push deeper" I beg
Our back and forth battle to leave marks
Crescendos into a category 3 screamer
After glow sets in, wide you-rocked-my-world grin
*"Next time we will try for a 5"