Biting and pulling
and tearing and
scratching,
mauling.
We are wild animals,
lover.
Dot my chest with bruises,
shaped like claw marks,
oh my darling.
Try to scalp me as you move
those teeth down my stomach,
down and down and down.
We are
one in this aggression,
this is not passive,
only passion
(Haha!)
Lover, please go on,
against that wall, please,
if you would.
But forget the flowers.
Just bite me.
Really hard,
leave your marks all across
my chest,
along my bones,
my breasts,
Please,
I want to hear myself
I want to hear you
as our bodies
do what they do.
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