
"Your rage can be funneled into me, babe, Let's make something beautiful with it"
Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Words: 379 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Published: 04-12-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3013024
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I can see us, fucking,
Your sweaty brow and how my fingers would
Grip your back and my mouth would form silent screams against
Your shoulder, your hands warm and the room
Around us blurring, our bodies grind and move
Against each other, up down up up up down, your bottom lip
Is wet and red and your sighs in my ear sound more like
Pain, I gggasp! Your chest against mine rubbing me into
A euphoric flame, warmwarm you'd be so warm.
And you have dark eyes and dark lashes, I think they'd
Be filled with passion and I wouldn't really know what
You were thinking, just how your face would scramble
And calm, your muscles flexing as you grow weaker
Inside. Your rage can be funneled into me, babe
Let's make something beautiful with it, and I throw my head back
Baring my pale skin and bare neck, letting go
Of inhibition and insecurity, cause you're making me forget, and
I like how my fingers curl across your skin and
The tan color shifts to dark and light and I run my nails down
Your spine, a small sigh, my hair falls across your shoulder
And the side of my face, our lips full, our limbs and bodies
Are elegantly curved and forming delicate lines, harsh
Verticals beside each other, Your hands gripping my skin and
Your tongue in my mouth, the way we kiss, my skin flushes red
And you push me out, I can see the way your eyes would flash
And you're a different person here with me, I wonder if you'd
Be tender or hard or hesitant, your hips between my knees,
My ankles touching lightly, your forearms against my palms,
Your mouth moving down my neck and I can see
The darkened room around us turning white, how the spit and skin would
All collide into a collective second, where I'd feel everything
How your body would twitch and shake and reach out for me
All this noise and sensation turning into a breathless few seconds
Where your lips are tickling my ear, and my brow is furrowing
My body craving, You'd be holding on to me.
God I want to kiss you…
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