[ my baby has a ]

my baby has a
wicked grin, like a feral cat or some other kind of
predator
with lean hard muscles and those
sweet sweet coastal eyes.
yeah we get fucked up and he dresses me up
a priestess a whore an angel a demon
a mermaid a trophy
or even himself
and he fucks me like he hates me
and i tell him what a piece of shit he is
and he pisses me off in all the right ways
and he tells me i'm the only bitch in this world more stubborn than he is
--i wouldn't change it
for the world
or every dick in it.
when he writes about me
he always seems to mention
the time he put me in handcuffs and i stepped around them
straddled his hips, pushed myself down against him
and whispered, "i'm going to
tie you up
and show you
what love really means"
and choked him with that same pair of cuffs
until i left a ring around his throat.
for effect of course.
he tells me i looked like a valkyrie, his warrior woman,
and that the look in my eyes was nothing short of
manic.
maybe i really am insane
maybe my mind does wander
and maybe i do masturbate more than most other girls
but christ, i just want to find that perfect place
where pleasure and pain are one and the same
and if i have to sacrifice my
romantic ideals to get there--
well, just keep pouring me glasses until i can't remember what color horse prince charming rode on.