Leave a Mark

The blood of my left buttcheek
is splayed out under the surface of the skin like a Rorschach test
in which I perceive your hand
I remember the sting
the moment of anticipation before the blow hits
the thrill of real pain

I am lost in the ecstasy, loop-memory
of your hand around my neck, my nipple between your teeth
this sudden unexpected rush of sadism
cos you would only hurt me once you know I like it

& it goes both ways so let’s fuck each other up
I’ll paint your skin in purple-blue
I’ll sink my teeth in if you want me to
I give away my power
but I’ve still got power over you

& we’ll gift each other bouquets
of bruises across our collarbones
kisses made to last
like, did we even touch each other
if we didn’t leave a mark?

You’re gone now & I linger in the afterglow
my buttcheek not the only thing that
pulses slightly at the memory
my skin not the only thing still
screaming for you

In the great ballroom of my fantasies
our masochistic dance continues endlessly
I am on my knees for you,
I am bent over with my hands behind my back &
my face in the sheets for you
me in you in me in deeply

In my head we fuck everywhere
pressed up against the wall in the shower
but this isn’t because of the lust, just the intimacy
because it seems inevitable that there will be a time
when you will see me with soap suds running down my thighs
blinking water from my eyes

or I’ll hit you up when the night’s just ending
& you’ll find me in the flicker of candlelight just
waiting for you
dressed in red & the panties I save for special occasions
pussy already on fire
& I’ll read you my erotica & you will know
one more place to go

see it’s all unfolding like the pages
of the most romantic kind of smut
my name in ink on your skin
your passion imprinted on my buttcheek

pink, purple, green & blue
oh how I love to ache for you
finally that sting
my whole body singing
all that red rising to the surface

like my heartbeat’s calling out to you.