Fighting Talk

 
You started this... I dare
you to finish me.
I'm arched, pushed
up against your glower.

You grab my hair and pull
my intentions back, growl
blazed postures up
my bitten neck.

Hearing jagged breaths, here
in parted thighs — you stroke
my anticipations and crush
my lips with yours.

Hot clenched gasps,
your hand finds taut promises,
mine is tensed around rigid
rage. This could be yours

for the taking. Escalated
wilder senses, these urgent
altercations
take us over harder.

We ride through battle cries,
fall into a fevered lock
— your victor's thrust
finds mine — we roar triumph.







Posted in the Swear to Shake It Up competition