I want inside your cage.
Its that mixture. I'm trying. It switches.
The outside is on fire.
On the reverse.
I can feel it on the inside.
everything lusting for you.
Struggle.
Relinquish.
Be explicit. Tell me the stories that drive your desirousness.
Spread. Those slender legs.
I am the thunder against the window.
I am the soft moans beneath you.
The hands tethered, the wrists as well.
The rain pummeling,
wet, dripping,
panting, to get inside.
Let me in.
Invite me.
Refuse me.
Incite me.
Corrupt me.
Fill me.
Both of us.
The same inhalation.
The same exhalation.
Meet me in the morning.
Andrew Tipton
