Intensity Fucking

A Poem

My Photo, Artwork

Nails seek flesh because
I am your scars purpose.
I am the indents in
your back’s canvas

you say you love it when
I claw your back like a wild cat
make you wear my love
for days and this love

is permanent. Impossible
to remove because I taste you
on tongue for days
after I bury my face

in-between your legs
see what that dick do.
Watch how hot breath
warms cold air

hair teases the bulb
of it, makes your dick
nod your head, and I gyrate
in bed fucking myself

to licking and sucking you.
You wear fuzzy red and
look like you own me
even before your fingers

claim skin beat ass
until it’s red hot heat
make me wear your
handprints the next day.