Torture-Talk

There are times,

When our conversation changes

From innocent to…

“And he whispers,

‘What do you need?’

And she can barely gasp,

‘I need everything…’

And he bites down hard,

And kisses turn bloody…”

And it confuses me

My mind, my body

What am I really seeing…?

“And his hands move slowly,

Down her body, between her thighs,

And he murmurs something heated,

And she moans, ‘Just fuck me…’

And my hand stops at her entrance,

And he whispers, ‘How hard?’”

And every time, it hits me

This impossible urge to do

What you’ve told me you do anyway…

“And she wants to cry his name,

But you can’t stop gasping for air,

And he grins as he cups her,

His fingers spreading her,

And he smirks and says, ‘With my fingers?’

And she cries ‘Oh, God, Please!’”

And I almost want to say it

To say how much I need it

But I don’t know what to say…

“And I grin and say ‘My fingers?’

And she can’t believe he’s stopped,

At the edge of vulnerability,

Her breath catches in your throat,

And he says ‘Like that?’

And she whispers, ‘Stop teasing…’”

And I know why you need it

But I don’t know what you need

The words or my voice…

And I smirk so wide,

And plunge my fingers inside you,

I know what you need,

And you gasp, a breathless scream,

And your whole body shakes,

And I can’t help but watch…

I wouldn’t dare…