Therapy

He looked at me  
with that side eye  
and he said  
 
“don’t be a bitch…”  
 
and I was  
somewhat  
disappointed  
because  
I’m more  
of a  
C U N T  
when he rubs  
me  
the wrong way  
and  
that’s my  
favourite  
profanity word  
but I  
smiled  
at his knowing  
knowing  
that I’m that  
bitch  
like his wifey  
is thee  
very same  
bitch  
that consumes  
him  
when  
both hands  
grip  
the length & width  
of his  
upright  
downright  
rocky road  
and  
when  
he’s restless  
he practises  
his profanity  
and his  
vernacular  
is colourful  
like a box  
of crayola  
and  
he blushes  
when I whisper  
S L U T  
in his ears  
when manwhore  
would be  
more apt  
but  
he grinds even  
harderrr  
against me  
and  
until I’m  
gripping him  
tighter  
gasping  
at his  
borderline  
violence  
whilst running  
my  
tongue  
along his lips  
as he  
drives me  
to the crossroads  
of pleasure & pain  
and  
all that disdain  
that comes  
with  
such resistance    
leaves me  
feeling  
perplexed  
and I realise  
I’m  
fucked up  
and  
truth be told  
we’re both  
fucked up  
but I’m on top  
straddling  
his frame  
and he’s  
mouthing my pointy  
nips  
so it doesn’t  
really  
matter  
because  
he never  
comes  
until  
I’ve arrived  
multiple times  
and  
when  
he  
looks  
at his  
creampie  
then eats it  
before  
he marches me  
to the shower
for more  
fun & games  
until  
I forget
why  
I was so  
perplexed  
with his  
reactionary
snide remark.