She kisses him roughly
When she demands attention.
A performer with her audience
On the edge of their seats,
She pushes him back
And smiles in triumph.
Claimed, taken, mine, more
She nibbles safe words into
The hollow of his neck. The echo
Vibrates through him, his toes curl
When her hair trails down his legs.
Ecstasy like a firecracker, he gripes
Onto her thighs for the ride, her body
Contorting in kaleidoscope shades
Of Lust, he can only stand by and observe
As a phoenix raises from the ashes.
Mecca-Amirah Jackson 