I want to feel your teeth on my throat, not to mark me, but to remind me that I've never been tamed. Don't whisper my name--growl it. Don't be gentle--ruin me. I want your fingers gripping my thighs, your mouth taking everything it wants, your body leaving me so full of you that I forget this is all real. Just fxck me... On the edge of sanity, where breathless moans become the only truth left in the world full of lies. Let me hear your voice crack as you say my name, let me feel your hands tremble as you realize I'm never letting you go. I don't want soft, I want selfish-- your hands gripping on my hips like you've forgotten how to let go. Drag me to the edge of the bed, pull me apart until I'm nothing but a prayer you're so desperately trying to finish. Fxck me where we shouldn't. Press me against the desk where we talked about every little thing but this. Let the papers scatter, the world tilt, and all that matters is the weight of your body against mines. Make me forget the rules, the walls, the locks on the door. Move with me like we're in rhythm with something primal, something ancient, something that doesn't care about right or wrong. Let me hear the faint creak of the desk beneath us and know that it's trying to hold the weight of what we are becoming. I want to pull you inside me, not to fill what's empty-- but to ruin what was once whole. Just fxck me.... Like you'll die if you don't, like you'll lose your mind if I don't pull you deeper, like the world ends when my hips stop moving. Like the nice is watching, and the stars are jealous of the way your hands know my body better, than they'll ever know the sky.