Disculpe

that night I wore a

royal blue neglige and

dagger heels to kill

negligent to his history,

seduced by the mystery

I screwed him

on the kitchen floor

sensations so loud

the tenants downstairs

banged their ceiling

to ground our high

they must have been

relieved when the lube

bottle went dry

Watch Me

I’m no longer his disciple

I’m Master now

Me, metaphor morphed

into reality

Me, with subjects at my feet

My hands unbound

To devastate their bodies

With pleasure and pain

Boseong

I see you’re in South Korea right now
and I realize it could’ve been us

under the moonlight pressed for time
and pushing for it to be done

you and I side by side in the Asian sun

I wonder what it would be like
though I’m sure I already know:

Moments of stillness, polite sex,
and kisses without tongues.

That’s why I refused you

•Art by Instaphazed•

Break

you puncture your own flesh

and pour tequila in your wounds

while waiting to hear from him

ever so competitive,

you dismantle yourself

before he even attempts

to break you