Mr. Brightside

Demanding touch of lips to mine plaguing the skin to which they crawl down vengeful jealousy gives way as they seek earnest attention make my skin writhe as I see the cage unlock thrusting forward from the depths of the cell searing eyes gaze into mine. Devouring lips eat away with that ravaging hunger only the rhythm of staccato huffs pants guides the conduct as consumed by perceived notions arms swallow my being suffocate my presence to this bed like the simple transition of a pendulum back and forth the motion goes as I retreat back in he comes forth releasing forward. Breathless words spewed upon the skin conjectures woven in a silent litany of fire become soft lullabies to my enchanted ears not even the ocean swimming drowning could give me breath rumbling words all you he takes me in his possession each stroke and mutter tells the story of his past and present keep coming back as damned as him in this instance of the blend of searing skin I deluge myself in him cold brandings he creates marks on my skin. Whispering demands of his yet never, never, I never….