As my body writes with yours
I feel the depths of the underworld
more than the heights of Heaven
that your body survived
before it met mine.
I can tell when the horrors plague your mind
because you don't look at me
when I penetrate you
kissing the pain away
on every inch of your skin,
whispering sweet things to your ear.
So I reverse the roles
putting you on top
and let you vent everything out to me.
Hell hath no fury than your scorn
when you grip my throat,
sinking your teeth into my flesh,
sketching lines on my back, my chest, and my stomach.
When I reach to cup your *******
you catch my hands pressing them into mattress
as you have me watch the beautiful sight
of you climbing the highest point of your ******
without letting me finish.
I don't complain.
I just want you to feel good.
When I'm inside you,
I close my eyes telling myself
to focus only on you
working my hips between your delicious thighs,
careful not to lose the momentum
while questions based on doubt
hang over my head like a dark cloud.
I understand you have your moments
when you're not in the mood
for me to please you.
At the same time I have to wonder.
Is my love, my touch
repulsive? Inadequate?
Is there someone else I should be aware of?
When I'm inside you,
do you see any of those men before me?
Those with and without your invitation?
You bring back to Earth
asking me if I'm okay.
Your hands brushing against my face
like a gentle breeze in the fall.
I want to tell you that I am afraid
of losing you.
But I don't know how to be honest.
I just flip you over
slapping your cheeks pink as a rose,
pulling your hair,
gripping your hips
pounding myself into you
as you claw at the sheets.
You tell me to say I love you.
Being rich would be so easy
for every time I say how much I do.
To make sure you get the hint,
I turn you on your back
holding your legs in the air
hitting that spot
that makes you break the third commandment.
Looking at you in this position
I imagine all the men
who've been in your bed
had you just like this.
Laid down.
But it ends with me.
I pick you up.
Keeping the pieces of puzzle together
with your legs around my waist
carrying your frame against the wall,
pushing us both over the edge,
breaking down the barriers
holding us back from each other.
After all those times
we rocked the boat against the current,
our ship starts sinking.
I deprive my lungs of air
for you to breathe
losing myself at sea.
And you pull me up to the surface
kissing me back to life.
A reminder that our love
is why we're still here.
We lie side by side.
Your flesh and my flesh.
Staring at each other as if it's our first meeting.
Silent, bare, exhausted.
The bedroom smelling like us.
And in that moment I know
with all my being
I got nowhere else to go.
Because where I belong is right here.
Not inside you,
but with you.
And I don't ever want to leave.
Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 9:30 PM UTC
As my body writes with yours
I feel the depths of the underworld
more than the heights of Heaven
that your body survived
before it met mine.
I can tell when the horrors plague your mind
because you don't look at me
when I penetrate you
kissing the pain away
on every inch of your skin,
whispering sweet things to your ear.
So I reverse the roles
putting you on top
and let you vent everything out to me.
Hell hath no fury than your scorn
when you grip my throat,
sinking your teeth into my flesh,
sketching lines on my back, my chest, and my stomach.
When I reach to cup your *******
you catch my hands pressing them into mattress
as you have me watch the beautiful sight
of you climbing the highest point of your ******
without letting me finish.
I don't complain.
I just want you to feel good.
When I'm inside you,
I close my eyes telling myself
to focus only on you
working my hips between your delicious thighs,
careful not to lose the momentum
while questions based on doubt
hang over my head like a dark cloud.
I understand you have your moments
when you're not in the mood
for me to please you.
At the same time I have to wonder.
Is my love, my touch
repulsive? Inadequate?
Is there someone else I should be aware of?
When I'm inside you,
do you see any of those men before me?
Those with and without your invitation?
You bring back to Earth
asking me if I'm okay.
Your hands brushing against my face
like a gentle breeze in the fall.
I want to tell you that I am afraid
of losing you.
But I don't know how to be honest.
I just flip you over
slapping your cheeks pink as a rose,
pulling your hair,
gripping your hips
pounding myself into you
as you claw at the sheets.
You tell me to say I love you.
Being rich would be so easy
for every time I say how much I do.
To make sure you get the hint,
I turn you on your back
holding your legs in the air
hitting that spot
that makes you break the third commandment.
Looking at you in this position
I imagine all the men
who've been in your bed
had you just like this.
Laid down.
But it ends with me.
I pick you up.
Keeping the pieces of puzzle together
with your legs around my waist
carrying your frame against the wall,
pushing us both over the edge,
breaking down the barriers
holding us back from each other.
After all those times
we rocked the boat against the current,
our ship starts sinking.
I deprive my lungs of air
for you to breathe
losing myself at sea.
And you pull me up to the surface
kissing me back to life.
A reminder that our love
is why we're still here.
We lie side by side.
Your flesh and my flesh.
Staring at each other as if it's our first meeting.
Silent, bare, exhausted.
The bedroom smelling like us.
And in that moment I know
with all my being
I got nowhere else to go.
Because where I belong is right here.
Not inside you,
but with you.
And I don't ever want to leave.
*** is not always flowers and fireworks. In this piece I talk about the imperfections of *** There's a couple that's having problems in their relationship. Mainly their *** life. The one thing that people don't understand about making love is that it's not about pleasure. It's energy. It's about sharing those vibes and that love that you feel for your partner.
