Like the tell-tale heart but actually crazy

       
The incessant sound      
of us is new        
madness;      
my earlobe      
leaves your teeth      
and you push      
down between      
my shoulders…      
I can hear our      
hearts beat      
under        
the floorboards      
of this concrete        
bedroom      
       
My bones shiver      
when your fingertips      
trace my rounded        
flesh        
I stretch my arms  
on the cool sheets      
and press my cheek      
deeper        
as if I could hear      
the way I need        
you ricochet        
through the mattress      
       
and it’s madness      
       
what you do to me      
       
and how I crave      
those dripping      
moments of fucking crazy,      
with your hand        
never quite where        
I want        
it and always where      
I need        
until your burning touch        
makes the skin-wrinkled sheets      
hiss from the heat        
as blood twhoomp-whoomps      
in my ears        
and my mouth        
floods with saliva      
at the smell        
of my own fevered cunt      
thrashing my        
reality      
       
…baby      
       
your cock rests        
solid against me      
as you bend to kiss      
my shoulder blade      
hands roving        
through my little      
porn-star pube strip        
as if you were        
petting a well -loved      
rat in the looney-bin lab      
       
soft,      
steady,      
as if it might      
snap and        
bite your        
fingers off to the wrist      
with a single        
wrong move      
       
So you move right      
… baby      
       
You move until    
I’m enraged      
because        
it’s too slow      
too gentle      
too good      
too teasing and        
I whimper        
fuck me      
and push my ass back      
trying to suck      
you in;      
chasing your cock      
with my insanity      
       
And you take a fucking step back      
so your dick doesn’t touch me,      
leaving me humping        
the lunatic air between us.      
       
And then.      
Yes.      
You finally        
give your fingers      
a therapy session      
in my aching hole,      
your thumb        
slides hard pressure        
on my clit      
       
I ride your hand      
face down      
ass up      
as if it were        
a gurney to        
the goddamn        
furnace        
and I want        
final rest        
in the grand        
incinerator.      
       
And you call me a        
good fucking girl      
as you pull your        
fingers from        
my convulsing maw      
straighten your        
body,        
take my maniac hips      
on your hands      
and slam into me      
in        
one        
smooth        
stroke      
       
somewhere amid      
my eyes-rolled screams      
       
I hear the      
incessant sound        
of our madness      
smashing heartbeats      
in time with        
the grooves my      
nails slash in the mattress,      
in time with
the grooves      
the bed digs  
in the  
floorboards      
 
 
(baby…)  
 
in time  
with  
the grooves      
you’ve  
dug      
in my  
soul      
       
in this  
concrete bedroom
 
…
 
and I hear the      
incessant madness        
of us