i remember the first time we were alone
(not as friends - as strangers.
but as...)

it was hot, and i went home red.
i wasn't flushed; exhuasted.

you just had really good hands
& an excellent mouth.

these bruises aren't symbols of hate and spite,
baby,
they're proof of love.

wayy too rough. but i guess that's the whole point of this one, right?