You’ve got this steel-firm eye-contact
flickin’ across the room to me.
Bar-room fade ‘n bass, bass-bass guitar.
spotlight dancin’ in the swirlin’ smoke
blues wailin’ microphone
‘n the soft-focus jiggle of the lead singer’s braided pony tail,
he’s oozing sex.
steel-firm.
You’ve got that predator eye,
like you’re used to the takin’ of things,
the leadin’ the lamb to laughter ‘n snakes ‘n apples.
his blonde hair wrapped in my fingers,
bruises left along his collar bone ‘n neck,
slidin’ in ‘n out ‘n in,
the feel of him beneath me.
I know you’ve got those straps beneath your bed,
‘n your wrists could use a gentle kiss ‘n bite,
as I tighten them high above your head.
he is heaven, and his pleasure is mine,
there are heart-sped-shudders ‘n wet-tired-sputters
‘n he is sweat slick ‘n bare,
‘n I’m tracing spirals on his skin,
while I’m deep-breath-lulled off to sleep.
your skin is mine to kiss ‘n bruise,
you will tremble with need,
you will beg me for what you want,
you will bite me, you will bruise me, you will fight me,
you will fight me,
you’re steel-firm eyein’ me across this bar,
‘n we’ve talked before,
‘n you’ve admitted that you want all this,
but that you don’t ever get it leadin’ lambs,
‘n I want you to mark me,
mark me as your conquest,
even as I’m marking you as mine,
fight me,
even as I’ve got you ankles to ears ‘n screamin’,
it’ll drive me on like you wouldn’t believe.
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