Whiff

I need you wrapped around me
with your nails healing my back.
Your breath making me gasp
and your teeth nurturing my chest.

Limbs defused together
as if trying to become one.
Yet bodies pushed apart,
like opposite poles of a magnet.

Your hand to run through my hair
and gentle tugs to turn unsympathetic.
My hands to try and hold on to you
much more than they can.

For us not to care no more
if the embrace suffocates
or the pleasure enthralls
as it turns to pain.

I want the predation to begin soon
be it dark or bright, cold or warm.
I want you to go on
and deliver me the harm.

The palms clasped to each other's body
and inhibitions a thing of the past.
A whiff of me and a whiff of you,
and a room full of love.

For the touch of lips to linger on,
long enough to enthrall.
And the hands to get rough and quick
yet make the time stall.

You pull me on towards you
and pull me deep within.
The bodies to move in unison
as you soak me up through your skin.

I want your smile,
to be the smile of tyrants
as you take the power
and me.

I want all my senses
to elude me
as you start to feel
for me.

I want the crescendo
to be shrill and high.
For it to end with a cry
and a dash of blood on your lips.

I want you wrapped around me
even if it kills.