i wish you were here now
so i could beg you to bend
my body
over backwards and leave
fingerprints on my arms
from your tight grasp.

and i don't mean that in a purely sexual way.

remember when we would "make love"
and i would ask you to slap me as hard
as you could? could you pretty please
sink you teeth into my neck until i bleed?

and with a smirk you obliged,
binding my wrists to your bed frame
with black hockey tape.

and i swear i'm a masochist,
because when your hands were
around my neck was when i
loved you the most.