There are chills running through my body.
But between my legs,
I close my eyes and see your face.
Close them and hear those lurking entities,
they’re slithering over each other.
Who strikes first,
who bites first?
You’re in my head but not my heart
and I need to feel something.
I want blade to epidermus,
I want to be bad.
I want you to watch me,
fight the urge to reach out and stop me.
I want to push in, feel that initial prick.
I want to drag the corner down,
I want to inhale on a hiss,
watch you bite your lip,
chest moving up and down rapidly.
I want the uncertainty,
all over your face
as I cut into myself over
I want to bleed in front of you,
I want you to decide you don’t hate me,
that you’re not afraid of me.
I want you to be afraid of how hard your dick got,
watching me cut ribbons into my skin.
Be horrifed as I pull you closer to me,
unbuckle your belt,
unzip your zipper.
Feel your internal fight as I take your hard cock into my mouth,
I’m bleeding and I’m bobbing on your dick.
Do you want me to stop?
Can you look down into my wet eyes
and push me off you?
Even when I’m making you feel this good,
my tongue ring sliding over the vein in your dick?
When I’m popping off the head,
sucking sounds wet,
or even when I vacuum suck you back into my mouth?
Can you promise not to pick me up off my spot on the edge of the tub
sit me on the sink
and pull my panties off?
Can you promise not to shove yourself inside me raw,
raw tears on your eyes,
my name in your lips?
Will you not let me grab your neck with my damaged hand,
blood brightening your tee shirt?
Promise not to look at that in the reflection
and be in such awe
that you don’t ram yourself into me harder?
You’ll be so glad that I’m still here
that you’ll grip my ass cheeks
and pull me on and off your dick until I’m crying
Be that person?