It’s mine.

Licking the sex from the inside of your heart

with a rough tongue.

Thigh meat dripping from predator's teeth.

The whole body,

every stitch of bare skin,

an organ to summon orgasms.

I will earn your screams,

your tears,

your earnest pleas of stop

that you can't take anymore.

Stretched in ways

you didn’t know you craved.

In this moment,

every bit of you is mine.

Not because you owe me,

or because I've earned it,

but because I can,

and I want.