To cherish
to have
to hold
you
down
by your throat
wearing kisses
like pretty lace panties
all over your dripping flesh
wet with contemplations
and bad intentions
the kind of kisses
that leave my bite marks
on your skin
as remuneration
for accommodating my lust
while I smear every moan
and growl
and “oh my fucking god”
all over
these torn and dripping sheets
for hours
because your prayers
are godless
the only divinity
that you know now
are these hands
parting your naked thighs
and there will be no
forgiveness tonight
only confessions
while we hold hands
above your head
against that wall
and I assure you
that I will put you back together
after I am done breaking you