Rough Words

His love 

Is rough

But in a way 

That makes 

The tears worth it

His words cut

To the center

Of my very 

Red 

Ready 

Heart

His eyes 

They shine

High

Polished

Amber glass

That burn 

My own

Singe

My sweet 

Saddened 

soul 

He goes 

Deep 

Into 

The

Wild 

Wanton 

Wood of me

Tangled 

Legs

And

Gasping

Breath

Bated 

Chasing 

Through my walls

It’s all too much

His love

His teeth leave

Marks

Bruises

Bitten 

Decorative designs

On tender thighs

So he can find

His way 

Home

Ssssso Good

His mouth 

Lush

Full

Firm 

Presses

Hard

Tongue

Pushes 

Far 

Pushes away

The sun

So I see

Darkness

In his

Deliveries

He breaks

Me 

My mind

In shambles

Shattered

Pieces 

Scattered

At his feet

As I scramble

To collect

My sense

Myself

Complete

Condensed 

Milk 

Sweet 

Flavored 

By his heat

The burn 

Of the way 

He turns

My hair

In his hand

Tight 

Bright 

Pain 

At the roots

Soothed

By hot wet

Whispers 

On the bone

Behind my ear

Chills fill 

The void 

Of me

As I hear

Harsh 

Heavy 

Syllables 

Sinking in

Requests 

To remind

How I 

Am his 

Say his name

Like it is 

The.. Only.. Thing

I ever wanted 

Like 

Water 

In the desert

After years

He wants to hear

Me cry

Me beg, as his intentions

Trickle 

Down 

These

Legs 

And yes 

I will admit 

That this 

Is his

I will agree

That knees need

Only part for 

He 

I will surrender 

The words 

He wants from me

His love is rough 

But 

I am certain 

That I haven’t yet 

Had 

Enough