“c’mon...it’ll be fun!  it’ll be all about you!”
“it’s not all about me.”
“ok.  it’ll be all about us...”


if i’m being
perfectly honest
with myself
i want....

you.

not just the lust-
heated violence; controlled
utter chaos

salt slick sweat skin
pushing;  taking.

your hands;
fingertips made to bruise.
i lay my throat bare to them.

jugular exposed,
hot salt rushing below velum-thin skin;
begging
for your fist.

your ****** words strip me to my bones
bring lava from my core.
you put me to my knees
willing subjugation
the sound of flesh meeting flesh
consumes

the only time i can get out of my head
is when i’m ******* you

“baby.  don’t worry,” you say to me,
your fingers find purchase,
“breathing is only an option.”

what we do in the dark sustains me