discarding dirt

part of the 'coupling' series

discarding dirt

 

i am predator prey, let me wrench your wrist to the wall

and push up – just there – run hands across curves

and shudder-sigh, once, broken; i haven’t so much hurt you

as…

 

if i press my breasts against yours – just there –

and slide fingers against that small conundrum of your cleavage

i can feel your heartbeat against my flesh,

hot counterpoint to my own          which is cold.

 

when i let go,

i laugh at your

little puppy pants

and swallow your aching gasp.

 

i walk away.

 

we hate me a little more each time.