Strangely shy

 
Your shirt falls
to below my ass,
I grabbed it off the
floor on my
way to the kitchen.

I winced,
still sore,
and blushed
to myself,
strangely shy,
while filling
a glass of water.

You
were
a
fucking
animal
last night.
 
And I can’t move
today without
remembering
the way I fell
into it,
a writhing coil
of need,
begging to
be prey between
your hungry teeth.

And the images
of you letting
me beg for a
mercy that
you never
intended to give
makes my
eyes dart down
and my teeth
bite on the rim
of the glass.

I close my eyes…

your breath
in my ear,
your hands
on my body,
in my body,
the way you
tied me up
and staked me
down with nothing
more than
my will

or loss of it.

You walk in the kitchen
and I can only
peek at you
from under my
eyelashes,
and speak
in single syllables.

You notice,
smile,  
slip your hand
under your shirt
and ask me
a question
that fortunately
doesn’t need more
than a single syllable

just the word…

yes.