she is all sticky flesh &
she is on me once again –
her hands grip the growing tires around my waist
& i place my hips right
at the juncture of her legs.
she claws a biblical language on my back:
my heathen skin burns at the contact.
i tell her, "we girls gotta stick together,"
as we rock in fingered rhythm.
& finally she cries out as
i scar tongue patterns on her throat.
vampires would be proud.
--territorial and aggressive
--you.are.mine ((now and always))
you call me master and i c.o.m.e.