Rise before me...
Take your shirt out of your jeans.
Now!
I didn’t say you could look at me.
You just earned your...
First strike!
Kick your shoes off and spread your legs apart.
I want bare feet
Spread them wider
I can see the pulse jumping at your throat.
You’re breathing fast, baby...
There’s no reason to be afraid of me.
At least, not yet.
I can always smell you.
Your scent’s caught on my skin
and when I taste it on waking
My smile soaks into my day
and spreads like honey through my limbs
You smell like sandalwood and tonquin musk
with white chocolate
I’ll never be hungry again
Or soiled
Unbutton your shirt from the bottom to the top.
Slow
Slower
I shouldn’t have to repeat myself.
That’s the second strike!
Throw your shirt near your shoes
and take a deep breath.
If you look at me again,
I’ll pull one of your chest hairs out
with my nails and feed it to you.
You know...literally?
I’ll place my lips against yours
and tug them open
With my incisors and a guarded heart
Don’t worry, I won’t be gentle
I’ve started to need you
So I’ll bite hard this time.
I’m going to hurt you tonight
In three delicate ways
So that you don’t hurt me
When your hand gets tangled
in my hair as we sleep
Pull your jeans just below your hips
And be still...
Such marvelous lines to fall into here
my throat aches..am thirsty...
There’s a muscle twitching beside your belly
when I reach out with my two hungry fingers
You almost flinch.
That is the third strike!
You know what that means...
Come here boy... *I Love You* ~:)
