I’m face down,

Your presence pushing,

Grinding.

Your hand holds my head, holds me,

As you ride deep,

Your body a piston, a machine,

Relentless, past wet, past bleed.

You pull the rod, lube the shaft,

Tell me I’m your bitch and I’ll take what I begged for,

Feed me hunger, force me wild

I whimper in the steam.

And my fingers search, begging

But you yank my arm behind my back until I buck and whine

Tell me I don’t touch soft without permission

And right now

We are going hard.

Until your name brands my core

Hot iron shoved to my lips,

Heat molten down my chin

Forever choked in my throat

As dawn closes in.