So, he was fuckin’ me
Just how I like it.
Fast and hard,
In.
Slow and lingering,
Out.

And
Although I felt no need to hurt him,
He certainly wasn’t hurting me…
My mouth, lips, teeth
Couldn’t help but sink in
To the strong place by his neck.

I knew that if I lost my grip
On that beautiful clavicle,
Like my anchor, tethering me down
My body, my spirit
Would elevate above us
To a far away place without gravity
To connect me to all that is concrete,
A place where I might never be able to return from.

Or want to.