Mounted

A finger on my spine,  
   A kiss on my tilt of neck.
Fires salivated passions align,
     Fires howl at risen mounds erect.
The sweat of my bend you dine,
     The warning on the back of thighs I subject..
Your length of cock now hinds.
      Your thrust violent between pillars first trekked..
My pain and screams incline,
     My bedded clutches fastens regret.
Feel our pulsing inside from behind,
     Feel me break when mounted and wrecked.