I am tired of words
I no longer wish to hear them
Speak them, read them, or write them
I ache for sound
Sound, raw as our naked bodies
Feral groans and growls, ripped from our lips
Deafen me with your moans
Let your hot breath singe my flesh
Fill my ears with incomprehensible sound
Your gentle touch will not suffice
Mark me with your teeth
Carve valleys into my back, with your crimson nails
Wrap your loving legs tight around my hips
Turn my skin white
Grip me deep inside you
I promise not to be gentle
My hands will mark all they touch
Each thrust, more savage than the last
Till I am spent inside you
Till you are filled and overflowing
Only then, whisper my name
