awkward is the new sexy

Every time we fuck  
he looks at me like the jokes on him  
before he realises this is real  
and I'm not some cam girl  
he hallucinated into existence  
 
I'm not new anymore  
we've fucked more times than I can count  
but he still blushes every time I strip down  
his hands unsure what to do  
before I kiss him and all his self-control slips  
 
He runs awkward on the surface  
but he's all fire beneath  
and I love the way hands reach for me  
like I'm fragile  
before he dives in like  
the glass shards of my skin  
are worth the pain  
 
And maybe it's that shyness  
or just the way he appreciates my body  
but he always makes me beg for it  
fingers  
lips  
tongue  
cock  
until I might punch him  
if he doesn't slip some part of him  
inside me  
 
And once he's in  
there's nothing gentle  
about the way he fucks  
and I like that his passions  
turn him into the right kind of animal  
devouring all of me  
until there is nothing left  
but my voice begging him to stop  
with more pleasure  
than my aching cunt can take  
 
In the afterglow I always  
run my hand up his thigh  
fingernails caressing his spent cock  
just so I can watch him twitch  
breathless  
as the waves of the night subside  
sleep beckoning my heavy glowing limbs  
that never stay the night  
though they always want to  
 
-Eve-