Iíll whisper in your ear
"Offer your throat to me."
Your head falls back.
Teeth graze along the sensitive skin of your neck
Just before I bite down with perfect pressure.
Holding you still with my hand tangled in your hair,
Pulling back until your throat is arched and open for me.
Tongue, teeth and lips explore.
On to shoulders and back up
To slide along the line of your jaw.
To take your mouth with the same abandon.
You moan into my mouth.
Then I move back to that arched neck
And begin again.