Dynamic of sheets
And it breaks my heart everytime
when you look at me with those eyes.
It's like you're trying to say with one look
every silence we shared.
On the sheets we pour our desire
the need of the flesh and the weakness of the mind.
My feelings often turbulent are the motor of my strange behavior
and that's why I like it so much when you fuck my brains out;
it spares me from thinking and having even more confusing feelings.
I like that you don't ask me if I'm ok or how my day went but
you always know what I need and you give it to me everytime.
Your tongue says everything my mind and body need without using a single word.
And I moist your tongue with my pleasure in seconds
cause you know the exact spot that rips your name out of my mouth;
Oh and you love when my body trembles with your touch.
Your desire is obvious in your pants so
I take it in my hands to give back the favor but
it's not enough so I present you the warmth of my mouth.
Not yet the heat you need but we love these teasing games.
I look at you from half your height and there are those eyes again.
Before it turns into something I turn my back on you
because you love to pull my hair while claiming again what's yours
and also I won't have to think about the meaning of that look.
And I enjoy every touch of animosity your hand gives
Your dissatisfaction is clear as you fuck me hard enough to make
both of us reach the peak.
As we collapse on the matress I'm ready to embrace the usual silence
but you break the ritual asking "what are we doing?"
What are YOU doing ruining the perfect interaction of two beings?
I limit myself to get up and dressed though, leaving you without an answer.
I can see you lying there with those meaningful eyes as I get closer to the door.
And before my own eyes get meaningful and say the tears I've been hiding I turn back
one more time and give you the goodbye I never wished for us.