and he meant it. Hit
that sweet spot, which collides
Unwrap in me that feeling,
like a Band-Aid being ripped,
a jerk and a snapping.
Tense me up with longing
then unleash the inner inkling
of what pulsates from within.
Control my lucid unmarked skin
I will not make a sound.
Open up my body
by temperate assault
then close in on it with fierceness
-such as only your palms bring.
Don’t spare anything.
What I want? Deliverance.
I’ve been flailing for too long.
It comes as a relief
that you care in this delectable
manner. So what if I should suffer?
It is such a small price paid:
Just like that — keep doing it. Keep
loving me, this fiercely.
When morning comes
I’ll put my clothes on and wince
not from pain but ecstasy
that you would do this thing to me
and still kiss my face all over,
while dawn cracks curtain
and light, which does not judge,
spills on us, relentlessly.