When it begins

The anticipation

The sickly

Distorted

Painful

Anticipation

Every night we sit together

Him on his couch

Me on mine

I watch him

Twitching

Switching channels

I slouch

I swear he doesn’t

Even notice

Me twitching

Itching for his

Affection

Can’t seem to find

The right direction

He needs a hobby

I want it to be me

The things that I’ve let you

Do, the things I want to let you

Do to me, all of me

I love coming home from work

To the way you always rub my feet

Which leads to you

Treating me

Like a fucking piece of meat

Grabbing, tight around my waist

Taking what you want

Anything you want

Even take it from me

Late at night

After I’m in my bed

Peaceful sleeping

Shatter my dreams

With your reality

I know you love it

When I whimper and moan

Scream NO!

And groan

THAT’S GOING TO HURT!

DON’T DO THAT, NO!

IT’S GOING TO HURT!

NO NOT THERE, NO!

I know you love it

Fuck I want to bit you

Bite you till you bleed

Fuck to taste your blood

My mouth is watering now

Thinking about it

Saliva dripping

My pussy is dripping too

It makes me wet to think about you

The way you touch me

Your lingering

Finger tips

Your sharp teeth

Tearing at me

Ripping at my soft flesh

Till I bleed

I want you to

Make me bleed

Fuck! I want you to taste my blood

Taste the life that’s in me

Taste me

Fuck! My heart is racing

I feel jittery

Shaking

Breathless

Nervous

You’re sitting here

Right in front of me

I can’t stop glancing

Over at you

I want to attack you

Scratch you

Bite you

Let you

Fuck me!

And bask in your energy

I’m wondering

If you can see

All of these

Fucked up fantasies

Written across my face

In letters black

Like my empty soul

As clear as the ink on this page

I wouldn’t be surprised

If you could

You probably can

You always could

Read me

Like a book

You look

And see me looking

I’m blushing

For no obvious reason

You catch it

And stretch for it

My foot

And start

Nonchalantly

Rubbing