Don’t see the delicate in me tonight
pound me, sculpt me, make me writhe and moan,
let the roughness of you against the softness
of me bring both of us to our knees.
Take me here now, bear me down the floor.
Don’t waste time looking for somewhere soft.
Thrust the hardness of your love with hurried possessiveness,
disheveled and dripping, you know my weakness.
Replace my oxygen with deep tongue kisses,
let our hands tease the depths of the aches we’ve been keeping.
As the moans rise higher, as our hips move in tandem,
cake me in the frosting of your satisfaction.
Rough as requested by Kushal Shah.
For the whole month of August, my followers in instagram choose a word that I will write about. I’ll be posting all the poems all throughout the month.