Firm, Hard, Ragged.

Deep breaths turn into shallow ones. Firm, hard, ragged. Harder and harder to control, you begin to speak, but the voice that is heard is one you don't know. Firm, hard, ragged. The feeling goes on for what feels like an eternity, but it still feels shorter than you'd like. Firm, hard, ragged. You begin to lose control of body parts, body parts that you used to walk into that same room effortlessly, body parts that you used to tell him what you needed, but now, Firm, hard, ragged. Back arched, sheets clench with a grip you didn't even knew you had. Everything gets dull. You forget where you are. Who you are, even what you are. Male? Female? Animal? Must be, only animals makes sounds that are coming from this mouth. Firm, hard, ragged, your breathing is Firm, hard, ragged. Then it becomes scattered, scattered and spread out like your mind trying to comprehend this feeling while you try to breathe these laboring breaths. Firm, hard, ragged then it all stops and what you feel are complied emotions so strong you think passing out is next and then you realize that your breathing like his strokes were Firm, hard, ragged.