Lost Control

Your sweat dapples my glowing skin...

We writhe, I whimper, you breathe, and I gasp to breathe for the both of us.

My hands trail your damp skin, 

Your lips cradle the curves of my neck,

My legs hug your torso, tightening so you breathe harder.

I lost my momentum of anger when you grabbed me-

You forgot your temper as my tongue broke through your pursed lips.

The flames of our anger usually leads to a tumultuous and raging wildfire.

But now...

It is a monsoon.

Damp, soaking, wet-

And I feel the steam escaping every orifice of our erotic exploration.

When your hand envelopes my neck and my lips utter my love for you,

Your breathing escalates.

This entanglement of fear, anger, love, excitement-

It grabs you by the gut,

I know it does.

From the way you breathe deeper,

The way you grip my body harder,

The way you dip deeper and harder each time I tease and coax you,

That way you lose control when I say your name-

You love it and I know damn well that no love is good without pain.

Explore me,

Hold me,

Fight me,

Cherish me,

Never take your hands off my skin.

I promise no more broken smiles,

No more tired eyes. 

I love the chaos we breathe into each other.

We're both to blame whenever we lose our minds together.

My wall is never restricted for you.

Break me down. 

Take everything.