Bad Girls

I hold on to you as though you are stealing my last breath, and you could have it. I flip you on your back and straddle you, my short hair shapes my face as the shades of grey and black illuminate the room and shapes the silhouettes of our bodies. I lean down again and kiss you, your arms rap around my neck. My hands find your hair and I pull hard as I deepen our kiss. You begin to moan into my mouth.