make love so that you forget you’re having sex. forget the procedure. the ‘step one penis step two vagina’ dance of it all. enter into her chamber with the same wonder a pioneer has when he marches through undiscovered planes of existence. explore every inch of her in awe. have it so that it never once enters into either of your heads that this has been done by any living thing before this moment.
An uneasy divide, a misbalance.. The fields of inspiration within which wishes to paint the world a vibrant color of peace and harmony. To correct the evil which destroyed her. And the broken shores of vengeance within which wishes to burn woman and existence in punishment for what the world had done to her.
I need to feel the rapture. My fingers ache from spinning all these words of interior, of sadness, of pristinely gray tinged walls where the quiet hoards its dominion and thinking doesn’t have to happen. I miss the heights and lofting breezes holding my heart ever upwards, never looking for the…
You fall to your back as i throw you to the bed, taking my time to walk over to you. I drag you by your ankles toward me and harshly enter you, sparing you no time to prepare. You gasp and choke on your loss of breath, every part of your body tingling with electricity and disgust. You turn away and dig your nails into my stomach. Drawing blood.
Again and again and again i watch your breasts shake and dance around as my relentless attacks cause you to moan out in pain. I wrap my fingers around your neck as your claw at my arm, pushing my hand against your throat more. You struggle under me and it pleases me. I move you over on top and watch as you slowly settle onto me, taking a silent gasp in as I hold you down in place. My hands grasp your moist legs and glide up toward your ass, gripping and pulling at that tender flesh that bounces and folds as you ride against me. I look down at your hands as you set them on yourself.. your eyes shut and you lose place and time..lost in your own skin, in your own taste, in your ecstasy. Your eyes open and look down at me. Slapping me harshly across my face, you find rhythm and grind harder against me.. the madness of this fury driving us both to find paradise in pain.
Tonight.. Let me taste the curve of your neck. Let me feel your skin pressed to mine. Let evening’s humid musk envy our grace. Let me find a rhythm with your sighs. Tonight, I don’t want to be inside you, and I don’t want us to speak.