Collision Course Of Life’s Hard Truths

a scarlet letter delivered
with my tell tale smirk
whispering about how I want to see
lingerie torn asunder
dark violence of bodies
clashing
wet heat
a metal cut-off saw-blade slicing through
steel
water pours over to stop friction from setting it on fire

nail marks on your back
teeth marks on my shoulder
a stain of desire spreading like red wine on white carpet
as if this indelible ink will forever remain
etched in my psyche
your body chiselled
in the granite of my bones
a subverted version of the ten commandments
drips of lust
a deep bass that throbs a heart beat
below the surface of consciousness
you notice how much I open
when I dive into the cusp of trying to kiss you
that hesitation before we have to abandon
pretence

fast cars thrumming
an eagle in descent
a skydiver holding off on opening their parachute
the thrill of the free-fall
head on collisions are sexy
want to meet the ground at terminal velocity
heart ready to explode in my chest
sex unhinged
where I slather on lube
small push of pressure
your teeth bare down
and I slip
deep
in your bowels