My Black, Black Heart

Because sometimes. Sometimes i like that place where there are no
...Rules...
where the power exchange is not
taken for granted
where
the
mercury drops suddenly
storm warning
& bodies hunger for
collateral damage.
Where it's been building and
by the time you reach the door
in the dark
a cloud covers the moon
the key
slides in the lock
you both are not speaking
He gestures
ladies first.
But you know
He's behind you
& he slams you up against the wall
hands sliding up under your skirt
mouth coming down hard
on yours
Fingers rough
lifting you up against him
And you rub your face across his chest
and cry out
and he jerks your head back and up
this look
this look on his face
eyes widening
here comes the violence
and he slams you a second time
and you go to wrench away
but his fingers are on your jaw
and so
you do what a lady would do
you spit
straight in his face
and something passes between the both of you
the daimon
the blood lust
for the hurting

and there will be no prisoners tonight.
There will be the blue velvet quenching
older bloodlines are at play
the Taking
Fuck me.
Fuck you.