You make me want
To twist and writhe in lust
To slide and rub
in passion's friction
Until we crawl
breathless and sweating
to the cool floor
screaming to do it again.

She is intoxicated
With my sunrise package
As I open her wrathful eye
Quietly
And into forgotten shadows
That blossom beneath us
She whispers moans inspired
By my vengeful soldier
She presses up
Begs with strong hips
For smooth moments
And rough movements
This is our perfect
Violence

The night was a woman
Screaming and clawing
The storm was a man
With passion like rage
They made love
In blinding furies
And this obliteration
Of land and people
Is their climax

Speak
Say it
With a sweaty voice
With heat in your eyes
Fire in your throat
Say it
That you desire me
To look upon you
And consume all
Say it
And with a deep growl
I will look into you
And you will be devoured
Speak

This
This won't be love
It will be
Hotly satiating
Cooley searing
Blindingly fantastic
but
it won't be
love
Do you still
want this
want me