Eye of the Hurricane | Poems that Suck

I could feel your presence -
 passionate, intense like the eye
  of a hurricane - just outside the
                                door.

My fingers hesitated on the 
 lock for just a moment - a
   heartbeat - before letting you
                                in.

You slipped in, as silent 
 and light footed as a shadow,
  simultaneously locking the door
                               and, 

pushing me against the wall
 with your slim body. I folded
  beneath the slight pressure of
                               your

mouth, both urgent and exquisitely,
 painfully slow. My breath caught in
  my chest, head spinning with
                          vertigo. 

And before I knew it,
  you sank to your knees and
   began removing my pants with your 
                          teeth.