Next Time we fuck...

Next time we fuck, let it be wild.
Full of passion, anger, and speed compiled.
Make it worth the wait, make it grand.
Make each moment count, hand in hand.

It has been a while since our last embrace,
So let's catch up, make up for lost space.
No need for soft whispers or gentle pecks,
We've had enough of those, what comes next?

Call me 'bitch', be forceful, take control.
Spread me open, delve into my soul.
Fill every inch, long neglected and missed,
With a pleasure that can't be dismissed.

As you enter, let out a satisfied groan,
Building up for weeks, for this moment alone.
This special occasion we've been craving,
That feeling of 'that's exactly what I've been aching'.

Make it swift, let impulse unfold,
In the hallway, against the wall, bold.
Rip my clothes, not a care in the world,
Expose my body, let the sensations unfurl.

Grip my breasts, feel their coldness in your hand,
As we continue, pressed against the wall, we stand.
Thrust harder, so my nipples scrape and sting,
My body reacts, trembling, aching.

Force your fingers into my mouth, don't hold back,
Long for that sensation, it's what we lack.
Repeat until you find release,
Unleashing frustration, longing for peace.

Next time we fuck, make it raw,
Quick and rough, like a morning call.
It may hurt, as it's been so long,
Bruises might form, but I've been numb for so long.

I crave the pain, the ache, the sting,
To feel alive, to feel something.
For too long, I've been devoid of pleasure,
I need you to awaken, be my great treasure.