Let's make slow fuck

I want to smell  
like you.  
 
I want my pores  
to have soaked  
in so much  
you
that I can’t cover it  
up with a  
beachy scent from  
Bath and Body.  
 
I need an injection  
under my skin,  
deep enough to  
last all week,  
so baby,  
let’s make  
slow fuck  
tonight  
 
Let’s fuck like  
it’s an endurance run  
and pace ourselves  
in soft swear words
and fingertips that    
that bruise  
with hard need.  
 
I can see you over me,  
my long legs wrapped  
around your waist as your  
biceps tremble,  
and  
your sweat  
drips on my face.  
 
I can see you sitting up,  
legs on the ground,  
my back swallowed by  
your strong chest,  
grinding on you  
 
s l  o  w,  
 
while your hands  
chafe my body,  
grip my throat  
and force my head back  
for an
open-mouth kiss  
that feels like  
winning and losing  
at the same fucking time.  
 
I can see me splayed
face down on the bed,  
back arched,  
ass up,  
ripping the sheets  
off the corners  
as you pull  
all  
the
way
out
and slide back in  
again.  
 
and again.  
 
and again.  
 
I want the buildup  
to hurt so bad
that I black out  
a little  
when we finally  
give in,  
want to risk  
drowning from  
the volume of your  
built-up come.
I want my pussy to  
lock up  
and milk you for  
every last drop
as my eyes roll back  
and my toes curl.
 
 
I want to be covered by  
 
you
 
from the inside.  
 
So  
(please)
make  
 
slow  
fuck  
 
to me tonight.