can we make love..
i don't just mean boring love though. i still want the aggression, i still want the obsession.. with a sprinkle of possession and affection
can we make love..
can you choke me and stare into my eyes but still render me wise. wise enough to answer your rhetorical questions and get punished for my lies. lies of it being "too much" or "sensitive to touch". can you fuck me like you hate me. tell me everything you admire about me as well. make my eyes roll back like i'm under your spell, because i am and time will tell how you know my body so well.
can we make love...
tell me you love me even if it's only because of the bliss. let the words fall from your lips as the pleasure insights a kiss. force me to watch it slide in and out no matter how much i want to throw my head back and shout. "oh fuck right there" a sentence formed from your grip on my hair. let our bodies stick together from the sweetness and the sweat. in the morning slight regret. the marks you left have yet to disappear from my sore and exhausted chest.
can we make love...
