Passion Poem by Brandon Shutter

You bite my lips, grab my hair,
scratch my neck, baby we're almost there.
The sleekness of my sweat on your skin
you catch your breath when I go in.

Holding tight to my back, no way to slip
your legs around my hips, rocking just a bit.
Gasping out, such a carnal sound
playing with your nipple - teeth tongue and lips.

No time for thoughts, trying to keep a steady rhythm
your sadism for my masochism - that's my serum.
Taking you to where passion is born, hold on tight,
as once created it becomes a great storm.

Your moans are all I need, invigorating my internal beast
getting louder with each thrust further building my lust.
Then your screaming out my name - my body explodes
I can't hear a thing, I'm in the clouds.