Why The F**k...

Why the f**k do I still care about you?
Why the f**k do I even bother?
Why do I miss your lips so much?
I wish you were here...I'd snatch you by the collar!

I'd pull your hair with just enough passion..
A punishment of pleasure and pain
A tongue lashing to all of your tender spots
You moan for me to stop...
But you body screams
Do it again,
and again!"

My hands roam all over, with reason
They know just where to go
You inhale
As I exhale
Our heartbeats find the same tempo

Dancing an ancient dance
Entranced in each others glance
Ravishing each other savagely
Leaving no room for romance

Damn...!
Why the f**k am I daydreaming about you?
My body has corrupted my mind
I could convince myself
That It's just -the sex- I miss
But we both know...I would be lying

Reviews

[Renée]

Passion, and a great need of possessing the one you once shared a love ..rough language..maybe.. but passion can be that way at times ...

[Sirius King]

yea i can be a potty mouth at times lol...not always tho, jus when im feeling passionate enough ;-)

thanx!

[Renée]

its cool ( ;