savage garden

 
 
I slipped into some fun bit  
of slightly-complicated
lingerie  
that really only  
had two options  
if you want  
to fuck
me.  
 
You can move it  
to the side,  
and feel the bits  
of lace  
chafe us  
both
 
Or,  
you could rip it off.  
 
my skin broke out in chills
when you hooked  
your fingers in the  
side of it,  
chest heaving,  
skin flushed,  
anticipating  
your decision.  
 
Because we  
both know  
which way  
leaves me  
most naked
beneath your  
 
feral  
 
knowing  
 
gaze.