I still feel you

I wake up, yawn and roll,
There it is,
The pain from yesterday,
Sharp and vivid,
A cracked rib,
And a cigarette burn,
Hurting in the best way,

I stretch out my arms,
Purple bands mark my wrists,
Making them stiff and aching...


And then I begin to remember

Being bound and burned,
Bitten and Beaten,
All in the most beautiful way,

"beg me"
You said
"Beg me to do it"
And I did
Over and over

until you brought your closed fist to my chest
Over and over
and leaned in close
to my ear
The most honest and beautiful thing
for me to hear
"You're my filthy little whore"
You hissed
"Just a slut, for whatever I want"

And you'd tied me up by my neck and wrists
While you took what you wanted
And made me beg for you to beat me


And god, how good it felt
In so deep as you called out your whore's name






And then you were gone.