Dirty

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.