Antidotes and Chaos Theory

the answer is no….  
 
the sweat on my brow runs into my eye  
the throes of your last cum drip onto my chest  
and because my supplication is almost always  
self restraint I slip  
grab your thighs and flip you  
 
your reaction to wriggle and fight  
gets your wrists pinned behind your back  
the pressure of my weight  
presses you into the mattress  
your nipples grind against my chest  
and I let you struggle  
matching your force with slightly greater
  
the smirk on my face explains  
I’m barely trying  
and you  
 
you’re fighting for your life  
we’re slippery with sweat  
your name is slicked on my chin  
the tang of toxins from what we’ve wrought  
taste like all of the tomorrows that will never come  
 
and I don’t care anymore  
because all that matters  
is how my teeth find your neck  
I bite down trying to find salvation  
as I splay your arms in crucifixion  
but I don’t want to be absolved  
of my sins  
I want you to help me invent new ones  
 
I thrust my thigh between your legs  
my cock an exposed nerve  
like gravel rash  
or tooth ache  
and yet it still rises  
aphrodisiac-toxins permeate my blood stream  
injected with the lust of every scorned torn down lover  
that would revenge fuck their  
way to murder just to watch the satisfied look  
drain from their tormentors face  
 
your struggles have slowed  
your breath is ragged  
on the verge of being the same as when you come screaming obscenities and foreign languages  
in uncontrollable fury  
 
now  
now I take your breath  
I climb between your thighs  
my cock scrapes your clit  
we shudder  
we’re both  
at the limit of being human  
 
your pussy so swollen  
I have to lean back and spit on the tip of  
my dick  
you cave  
and buck forward  
your mouth an O of acceptance  
as I plunge one last time  
into an ocean of pain  
and forgiveness  
 
we reek of feral deeds  
a charnel house  
of debauchery  
my fingers grip your throat  
and I am both  
masochist and sadist  
 
my hands move from throat to ankles  
I manoeuvre your hips  
inhale your pleasure  
as if it will sustain me  
bend you until your knees are near your chin  
and I’m impaled so deep  
everything in you screams my name