I don't know your name, but as we fall on to my bed...I don't care
The headboard, not being attached, bangs against the wall
- Music to my ears
Your hands are so strong that when you lift me I feel as though
Somehow my broken wings are guiding you.
Ivory skin flashes in the moon light - I can't see your face.
As my head falls back, I feelyour hands brush my waist,
You're not giving any signs of stopping.
Tongue over flesh,
Under clothes,
Between thighs,
Mouth on neck,
Warm air on cheek...
Hands locked...
Almost there - and then.....
Bliss.
The best thing about you, I don't know who you are.