A Night With Irish

The long heated nights,
the connection felt after our fights.
The taste of your sweat,
the overflow of your pussy being wet.
The scratches left down my back,
clawing away, frustration doesn't lack.
The anger that passes away,
we've said all that we're going to say.
Relieving our emotional frustration,
screaming out loud, enjoying the fixation.
Eyes rolling from the back of your head,
I release my hands from your neck.
The ecstasy from our violent love,
the way we both enjoy it, way to rough.
A punch in my mouth,
the blood pours out.
I bite your neck and press down hard,
you scream in pain and let down your guard.

I flip you over and put you on all four.
Grab your hair as you scream for more.
Total domination as I slap your ass.
Shove your face in the pillow, until you gasp.
Gasp for air as you start to die.
Gasp for joy as you see I'm your guy.
Know that I'd never kill you,
certainly though I'd break through.

You pull away and push me down.
Jump on top and start to ride around.
Your hands rest around my neck,
my back flat against the deck.
Thrusting vigorously back and forth,
sliding down deeper so I feel the warmth.
Bend towards me as you bite my lip.
I return the favor by grabbing your hip.
We start moving in synchronized motion.
Both knowing this is our final notion.

Staring through each others eyes,
we begin to feel the decline.
Orgasm fills throughout our bodies,
all the neighbors know that we've been naughty.
You scream as the cum pour out,
I freeze up as my nuts load your mount.
All calms down as the storm has ended.
Emotions released as the tension fermented.
You lay down beside me and cuddle up,
Our anger has ended as we lay in Valhalla.