your breath hitches in
your throat, and all
you feel is skin.

all you feel is
skin and technicalities, but
you can't bring yourself
to say no.

you writhe under the
expectations; sweat under the
pleasure.

stop. you say, when
you get to that
point. that place where
everything stops and goes.
stops and goes.

i don't want this
to end.
you whisper,
life dripping from his
heart to your mouth.

it won't. he answers,
pulling your heart towards
golden shotguns and complications.