Fer Sure (Akudem)
His teeth were chattering in my ear. Too much E, maybe?
The car's a mess... I'll have to clean this in the morning.
His heels are long forgotten, tossed in the front seat.
Pressed close in the backseat, kissing down his collarbone.
"Fuck me," he giggles, tugging insistently at my pants.
No need to pretend we love each other.
We're gonna hate ourselves in the morning.
"Gladly," I growl, and soon, all clothes are gone.
I don't have anything, spit'll have to do...
"Fuck," he moans.
"Yeah," I agree. Drugs make things better.
The colors explode as I come inside him, and we shake together, in ecstasy.
"We're so fucked," he laughs insanely as we go at it again. AGAIN.
I laugh in agreement.
"I love your hair," he groans, tugging viciously.
"Is that a new tattoo?" I ask inanely.
FUCK.
I love his body, but this cannot go on...
We are so --
"FUCK!!"