I tear on
your lingerie
with my teeth and
hear the snap of
the waist band
beg my mouth
to pursue farther,
I can taste your
tremors on my tongue,
I can feel the bedsheets
being held harder and
your legs are crushing
the cusps of my hip bones
as I trace the spine
of your stomach, centrefold,
to a destination,
and your eyes roll back like
storm clouds,
the shadow reaching
out like fingers from the light
on the nightstand tells
me to stitch my back
to the duvet as we switch
rolls and you drag your
chin down my chest,
wrapped to the head of
my **** your spit sways
from your lips
like a spiderweb
in lonely wind,
and you slide your
hands up and down
in unison with the gags of
reaching your throat,
it's becoming unbearable,
the atmosphere covering the walls
can't take the anticipation,
tension cut like warm butter
and your slammed off
the side of the bed,
only saliva and excitement
slapped on your **** and
the first *******
like a knife wound;
your exhale could
cut glass,
handprints tattoo
necklace pendants
and you cut holes
in my back with blood
dripping like a broken faucet,
blurry vision and heavy breathing,
bent over and your heels
meet the hair on your head,
the drainage hair stuck
to your face,
mascara running with
sweat from problems
and you ***,
and again
and again,

the walls are taking a beating
your *** is condemned to crimson,
and you beg me to *** for you,
on your face,
on your ***,
on your ****,
"just ******* ***"
you scream,
you get down
and slam your knees
to the carpet with an
open mouth and
closed eyes as my
thighs become your
fingernails and you're
covered.