Nymphomania

Once you start having meaninless sex, you lose meaning in a lot of things in your life.

It becomes harder to feel anything that lasts. 

You'll only have these moments of pleasures, just like your orgasms.  

But when it left, I realized how long I was holding my breath. 

For you were the one my bed remembers.

The indents of your body creviced into my sheets.

Your scent imprinted in the air.

You were the one who left a mark.

You are the one my bed remembers. 

Your eyes would lock into mine, filling me into a slow seduction, impossible to ignore.

Our breathing pattern uneven, but somehow matched in harmony.

My center creamed from your fingers pleasure.

Our lips bound and tethered.

My legs quivering to the feeling of your breath.

Where no words need exchanged, and no moans are held back.