blackout

she’s got one hand around my throat
the other between my legs
how it’s supposed to be
taking my power
and feeding me back her ego
in hard fingers reaching up inside
making me want to scream

my neck is bruised with her kisses
my hair tangled into knots at the back of my head
from being shoved in sequence against the headboard
as she feels me deeply with her hand
my highs over her spread wide
open for her intrusions

I strain against her hold
how she likes me to
restricting my air supply
her mouth sometimes finding mine
to caress with her tongue and teeth
as she fucks with more than her fingers
hard enough to bruise
and I hoarsely cry her name
begging for the blackout orgasm
that’s getting closer
but still too far away

-Eve-