skin to skin

tongues on teeth

the divot in your collarbone is filled with sugar

you pull my hair and call me baby

and press halfmoons into my hips

I kiss you in the window where people walking past can see

so the world knows you belong to me

your fingers are the only that have brushed the inside of my thighs

your lips and your tongue the only that have tasted every part of me

you broke me down, down into the ground, but I let you destroy me

because your moans were music to my ears and

your body tasted so sweet

I sucked sugar off your fingers, tended to the cuts your shoulder blades left on my palms

and fucked you the next morning

I can still smell you on my fingers

can still feel you in my lungs, taste you in my mouth

the memory of you whimpering still keeps me up at night

hand between the sheets

fingers teasing across skin, anger bubbling under the surface

my hand still remembers what you wanted, how you liked it

hard and fast