Criminality

There's a certain level of criminality in the way you finger the edges of my page, until I'm glistening for you.

Just like the way you push me up against the door as soon as I arrive home, and you kiss me deeply & passionately as a precursor, to more.

There is no innocence or elegance in the way we fuck.

Its hard. Its raw. Its everything I imagine, and more.

Its love, personified.

There is nothing more gorgeous than drifting upon the fringes of your passion to conquer me.

Your desire to fuck me senseless until I'm gaping & gushing all over you and begging for more, is my weakness.

And we fuck hard, intensely and sometimes gently from dusk til dawn as a daily ritual to serving one another in kind.