I don’t just want sex, I want passion,
Your hands tangled in my hair,
Heavy breathing and sweaty skin.
I want your nails digging in my back
And your teeth sinking deep into my thighs.
I want you to lose control when you take me.
I want us to stumble over furniture as we try
But fail, to make our way to the bedroom.
I want a trail of clothes left behind us,
Leading to the spot where we finally give in
Devouring one another as if we are starving.