Tonight

Tonight

Tonight i will go without the touch of your skin, or the taste of you in my mouth. I won’t feel the grate of your teeth on my cheek; you bite me so hard sometimes like Plath did to Ted Hughes-and i am reminded of the savagery of lust.

I won’t have cajoling hands pulling me closer, pressing my hips up against your desire and you will not have my hot hungry mouth with it’s desire to devour you.

I am afraid of this feral lust- too want this badly is dangerous…