Fucking You Should Come With a Hazard Sign

Fucking you should come with a hazard sign.
My skin is broken easily and your nails draw blood.
I have a high pain thresh-hold, but don’t like the look
of the whip selection in your little cupboard of sex.

As you stand over me with eyes of ownership,
cold and distant, detached from who I am,
I think “what the fuck have I gotten into this time?”
I go with it, convincing myself I have control.

I lay with held breath, staring up at the strength
of your form, I am naked, exposed, at your mercy,
as the sole of your foot is pressing firmly on my chest.
A sadistic mocking smile on your face, is this a game?

As you lean down slowly, your lips meeting mine
for the first time, I can taste the sweat on your skin,
and then my own blood as you bite down on my mouth.
The pain turns my anticipation and fear into anger.

I clutch at your wrists, throwing you onto your back,
and thrusting my body against yours, as we thrash it out,
fighting for the dominant role, but I know you will win,
you knew what you were doing when you brought me up here.

You will push it one step further than I can bare.
Fucking you should come with a hazard sign,
“enter at your own risk”.

more by LUCAS HOWARD

Photograph by Ruslan Solntsev