Loving the Beast.

I can still hear her quietly quoting Neruda and Riggs...
Lips so close it warms my ear...

"I want to eat your skin like a whole almond"
and her tattooed hands tightened on my flesh

I can still feel my innocents in her teeth, Her tattooed hands pulling my long dark hair, bending my head back further to expose more, always more.

I can still smell the sadistic voice she would threaten me with, she would sing to my inner masochist, tempt my pain slut with those tattooed hands, pull me into the dark forest of her 10 gallon brain and leave me there, naked and wet.

And I loved her for it.

Her tattooed hands buried inside me, still there, inside me.

"If I took this cigarette and put it out on you, would you love me?"

Her 10 gallon brain and her tattooed hands.