Cotton dress soaked straight through in the July dark. Three shell casings buried under sweet-gum bark. Daddy taught me love was a fist and a fence, A thing you pay for in bruises and penance. Now you’re leaning on the porch rail smelling like rain, Sweat on your throat and a stain on your name. I’ve been braced for a strike since I turned thirteen God help me, you’re the dirtiest threat I’ve ever seen. You step across the threshold slow and heavy-footed. Look at me like meat you want raw and unrooted. Don't say a word just set that cold glass down, Yank my knees apart and pin my shoulders to the ground. It ain't gentle, it’s slick, it’s feral, it’s real. I brought thirty years of armor I was born to wear like steel. You drive your hand between my thighs fingers heavy in my wet, Biting down on my collarbone till I ain't breathed proper yet. And we hit the pine floorboards before the porch light dies. Jesus on the mantle closing both his eyes. Fuck a sanctuary, go on and leave the stain Of your teeth in my shoulder and your weight like rain. Drag me underneath, grind me in the dirt, I don't care where the healing starts, go on and make it hurt. I keep waiting for the bite. God, go on and bite. Claws digging deep into the meat of your hips, Sucking the salt and the blood off your lips. You drive yourself through me heavy and slick, Fuck me to the floorboards heavy and deep. Got a switchblade tucked in the top of my boot, Got a bad, dirty instinct running deep in my roots. And you’re hovering over me chest dripping sweat, Looking at my mouth like a thing you ain't finished with yet. Then break it. Don't be gentle with me. Go ahead, and fucking break it. I dare you. I dare you I dare you. I’m still waiting..... always..... For the bite..... for the fall..... come on..... come on..... come on..... I dare you..... I dare you to love me.....
