I ripped my nails from their beds

A slightly brutal sex poem about desperation in the moment. MILDLY erotic.

 

I ripped my nails from their

            beds, now no tracks

are left as I claw the walls.

You compel me forward,

      shushing whispers

as you push.

urgency and the taste

of water

With open mouth

               and closed eyes I beg

you: come back in.

            Near sobbing from gratitude –

Relief, when your hips

                  meet mine and you

    turn my head to see

                                    desperation

                        in my eyes.

Reviews

[Flow]

I ripped my nails from their
beds, now no tracksare left as I claw the walls.

This alone sets the intensity tone of this thumping moment of sexual bliss. Yes another well written journy and I think
every guy wishes to make a woman feel like this~ Well done.

[Seriana]

Wow!! That was good! Just enough to leave the reader wondering slightly. Great job Lindsey, for giving just a hint. :)