I watch you pull at the sheets,
tugging my hair and in a pattern of expectations
-you always meet.
Nails in my skin, digging deep.
Welts building up, and sounds break our heavy silence,
I knew what you wanted from what I could see.
Sin clouds our pure, clean minds,
I look up at your hand intertwined in mine.
Hell yeah, this is it.. out of breath I gasp in air,
you're loving this, pulling at my hair.
To get a little dirty is never a bad thing,
when you're searching to please.