No Sex with the Ex

 
Can't fuck you  
just for fun  
but I want to  
 
sometimes
 
pretend history
and nuisance things
like feelings
wouldn't muck it all up
 
mushroom cloud  
the present version of us
keeping the most open secret
 
that the want has never gone
 
I've lubricated with tears
from the pain
it took to get from there to here  
 
So, while we play friends  
in semi-polite conversations
I'm still thinking about biting
your inner thigh
promises of paybacks  
me pinned at the wrists
one of your hands drenched in my slit
growling in my ear  
that I won't have the pleasure
of being on my knees
until I come three times and say please
just the way you like
 
Because you know
oh, how you know
what I want most
is your tight grip on my hips
 
and wearing finger bruises for days
 
the pounding rhythmic thud
your pelvis
my ass  
the slapping insistence  
of wet and need
the way we
fit
so  
well
to
geth
er
as muscles shake
bones rattle
and nothing is left
but sweaty, messy
exhaustion
and my laughter
because that's what my nervous system does
after
 
I know it's in the air
crackling between us
as we speak about the day
that new band we dig
anything that isn't this
 
But, enough about me, how're you?
 
And does that little twitch
in your cheek  
mean you're remembering  
the way you make me scream?