Bad Poetry by me.

Up and down and
in and out and
all around and round and round
fill your ears full of sound
bite my lips and pound and pound

speak to me softly
searing your breath
onto my neck
seeking my skin
under your tongue
sliding it up,
sliding it down
breaking me in
this is not sin
where have you been
making me spin
all my life
like a knife
cutting me free
making me see
that I'm not yours
to make me want you so much.
and I'm starting to resent it.