His lips going down my neck, a quick lick.
A hickey between my *******, ripped shirt.
His hand sitting at the base of my neck, lips on lips
one of them I bit,
a moan back I received.
Clothes off, his wandering eyes locked on my body.
Now his hands were tracing my curves.
They stopped, then a stinging I felt.
One that I enjoyed.
His body on mine against the wall, my legs tied on his back.
Caring were his hands, then a squeeze;
My moans couldn’t I resist.
His breath on my neck burned my skin;
I prayed the wetness between my legs would help him calm down his flames,
And that his flames would cause a river to flow down my legs.