Whispers

I feel like these things should be said between sheets,
Between lover's dreams and parted lips,
Between open thighs and desperate eyes...
I feel like these words should be sighed,
As fingers scratch deeply, a constant fight for power.
This should be said on knees with parted red lips,
With hard movements of hips against hips,
With hands knotted in hair, with bite marks on tits,
And to be fair, these words should be said in candlelight,
When you're high on ecstasy, when control is a fight
You're almost winning, through heavy breathing...
When my breath on your skin is a battle I win
Every time, and you sigh softly between silky sheets,
Between silly drips of sweat on your hips,
As you come to heaven between parted lips,
And your hands are in fists in my hair and your hips take
Violent risks taken against this... naughty tongue.