#Instinct – #twittersmut

Don’t give me reason or caution or polite civility.
Give me desire: the truth that only flesh tells.
Not considered or strategized, but instinctive and irrational.

Want me because you sense me.
Because my skin, my muscles, my cunt call to you
and will not let you sleep.
Because no breath is deep enough to fill your lungs,
no ground firm enough to steady you,
no space big enough to hold you
until you are buried inside me.

In total darkness, I wait for that sound;
the marauding grit of metal teeth disengaging.
The ungentle grasp of a hand on my arm, fingers that bruise.
The kiss of a mouth that can’t hide its teeth.
The hips that cannot blunt their bones.
The flesh that must have flesh

Nurture lies, but nature tells.
There’s no better proof
of all your affectionate insistences
than a good hard fuck.