Jesus ******* wept.

I cannot stand you standing there.
Come here and let me hate you with my mouth.

I cannot give you gentle, and I cannot give you soft pink flesh and flushed cheeks.

I want your tongue more productive than just telling me you love me.
I want hands between my thighs, not just grasping, interlocking fingers.

I see your toes curl and fists clench as I disappear beneath the sheets
And breathe wanting you in the language we both recognise.
I can’t stand you, I just want you.

I want you silent or screaming,
But **** me, I don’t want you talking.

Give me a *******
With a heart

And a **** hard as stone.