/Poetry with kisses and screams /
The street light mildly lit the room
Covering everything in a mild orange shade
The breeze swirling around and the whole room smelt like him, his cologne.
And his body looked like a canvas, covered with hues of lust and dominance.
Stood unclothed him and I.
The nearer he came, the more was my heart pounding.
Up-close until I couldn't move anymore, my back pinned to the wall and his arms, locking me in. Chest pressing against each other's, his gentle warm breath dancing on my neck and the moment his lips touched my skin, I knew it was going to be a poetry, with kisses and screams and sweat.
He locked both my hands to the wall, held them tightly single handed, other hand tightening the grip around my waist. My neck covered with kisses of red hues.
His lips lowered and lowered, turned me around and locked my hands tightly behind, whispering sweet words of lust into my ears.
Traced his fingers along my back, lifted me up and laid me down. The soft bed underneath me and his hard body on mine.
Cuffed my hands to the bed, traced his fingers all over, his eyes fixed on me while moaned hardly to the magic his fingers were doing to me, below.
Clutching tightly. My legs wrapped around his waist, sweat dripping from his back and chest, gazes fixed on eachother and him slowly making his way inside me, listening to me moan like it's his favourite tune.
Marks and scratches and screams, everything felt pleasant.
We were sinners not guilty of the sin we had committed, but left craving to commit a harder sin.