Feelings On Paper

- In Your Ear

I'll stare into those eyes,
lust taking over your appetite,
your insides growling and growing for more.

Settling with you inside,
I lean down and whisper in your ear:
"Fuck me."

The bumpier the ride becomes,
the harder it becomes to breathe,
and I can't help but arch my back to take that breath long lost with our patience.

Holding your hands,
I push you in deeper and moan in your ear:
"Baby, please."

You drive me faster into that incoherent state,
the one where an exasperated smile takes place,
and somehow a few moans turned into laughter.

Four times somehow wasn't enough,
so I pushed myself to the limit and gritted through my teeth in your ear:
"I'm going to—"