Mad Love

 
I don't want your love tonight...     
     
I don't want you,     
whispering sweet words to my ears     
as you hold me in your arms     
(so full of care) as if     
I'm something breakable.     
     
I don't want you,     
bringing me bunches of roses     
(pink ones, my favorite)     
as if you knew I'm someone     
who gets sentimental over them.     
     
I don't want,     
to hear your smart rants     
about social issues, current events,     
politics and academics     
(though I adore you for it)     
while I try my best pretending to     
completely understand them.     
     
I don't want,     
to kiss you under the moonlight     
or while we frolic in the rain       
or at the beach     
(soaking wet, sun-kissed)     
doubting if I'm even worth it.      
     
I don't want any of them--      
Not tonight...        
     
Tonight, I want you angry.     
I want you mad.     
I want you savage.     
     
I want you in the most     
explicit way possible     
wearing me dirty,inside-out     
rocking and riding me     
hard and fast, raw and rough     
all over the bedroom     
all over the house     
all over the lot     
     
as we moan, groan, grunt and roar,  
cuss and curse     
     
breaking things     
breaking my limbs     
breaking my bones, my tendons     
breaking my heart     
breaking me--     
     
just to feel,     
   
that this is real   
(You are real...)      
     
and because,     
     
I've never been this whole before...