Feeling Fucked Up (After Etheridge Knight)

Your head on fire/
you drove down the road/freightshaker man/
come load/come load this mama
you binge on my mean tongue/
swallowing me out of my body/
raping my mouth with your mouth
like two fishes trapped inside a slippery cage/
you rape my mouth over and over
until I am breathless/
you rape my skin with your trucked up
hands that feel as if you were growing steel fins
out of your skin/and your skin rubs me raw/
you touch my arms and I become raw/
you touch my soft wet cunt
and turn it into sandpaper/
and make me bleed from inside to out/
you BANG BANG/
on my ass/
and stretch my cunt with your fins
as if I were hiding a pearl oyster
between my legs/
that you wanted to get/get for yourself/
BANG BANG
on the pedal/
you throw me down/
and attack my cunt with your hungry mouth/
you swallow each drop of blood/
and lick between the two lips
that could've birthed your child/
but you lick harder/suck harder/
making me cry with pain/
but I'm fighting my own masochistic war/
and I gotta hand it to you freightshaker man/
this rape feels good.