Sleeping Features

Bite my lip,
oh,
nibble it smooth,
like your hand that rests in my waist's tiny groove,

It's that clip of hip, our bodies slip,
and I’m all around you once again.
It's that ungodly scream as you know what I mean,
when it's harder to breathe the same.

With my leg round thigh, and fist on waist,
as the "I love you's" singe to your neck,
with the love bitten chest and the lowered vest,
I can promise you, that you won’t forget.

Once things tighten inside, it's harder to hide,
the uglier bits of speak,
Once your speed subsides, it’s my breath that guides,
your nose to bed on my cheek.