The whisper that your skin makes as it moves along mine is like a gasp of breath before a sigh.
Your lips tenderly tickle my throat, melt away fears, crumble control.
Indulgent lust pulls from down deep, until I am inside out and quivering with need.
Instinct driven moment of bliss, panting echoed by a passionate kiss; everything ceasing to be, but this.
A hurried liberation of my soul and conjoining of our bodies leaves me, pliable and whimpering with every pull.
You rip away harshly, I slip silently down, my life drips from your teeth to the ground.
Picture is from pintrist.