although this flesh pulsingly craves
the way you lock your hands in my hair
and force my head back to plead skyward
the way you snake along my body
in tones of breath and saliva
the way you back me between you and the wall
and take my skin between your teeth
afterwards
the taste of you in my mouth turns
becomes weighted and rotten-sour
and the memory of your energy along my body
makes my skin cold and my spine shiver.
this thought of you touching me, seeking me,
claiming me through your frenzied caresses
sets a lock on my heart
and your whispered words and sly fingers
make me hate my own flesh with such vengeance
that I am driven from my peace towards destruction.