Disjointment

 
You pushed me away
with an inhale,
and on the exhale
chased me down
like a primitive hunter
who starved all winter
 
Savage.
(Intentional)
 
And fuck,  
if that  
combination
isn’t the type
of sick candy
that makes
me want to
shove  
my tits in  
your face
while I
grind
on  
your  
thigh
like a  
dog
in  
heat  
 
I'm irritated,
agitated,
insatiable,
because I was ready,
I was fucking ready
to take a
single step
toward the  
world where you
exist in my past  
 
as a bad memory.  
 
Then you show  
up broken and
beautiful,
running fast
on that  
big-dick energy  
and do that
lover shit  
that gets me
high and
smashes me  
face first in the  
ground at the
same  
fucking
time.
 
I have never
wanted to  
hurt anyone
the way I  
want to  
(hurt you)
rip you apart.  
 
But all I can  
do is  
shove at your chest
as I lower  
my self worth  
onto your  
throbbing cock,  
and  
guide your
hands back
to my bruised  
throat  

so I can fuck us both.  
 
All I can do
is  
(love you)
gasp at the feeling  
of being full  
and empty
with each thrust
as I lean again  
into your  
mind-body-soul
and ask you to  
 
fuck me (up)
harder