fingertips at my throat

press, release

not enough to choke

just enough to remind me i’m real

his breath in my ear

wet, uneven

he says nothing

but i feel his mouth shape the word mine

without speaking

his hand slides between my legs

and i gasp like i’ve just remembered where my body lives

like it was locked in a room

and he brought the key with his fingers

i don’t close my eyes

i want to see it

the way he forgets who he is

when i open like this

when i give him the ruin of me

he pulls my hair

not to hurt

but to say

i see you

i want all of it

my thighs shake

and he doesn’t slow down

he watches me come undone

like it’s the first honest thing he’s ever seen

i moan and it sounds like a confession

his name, a prayer i wasn’t taught

just learned

my nails dig into his back

and he groans like pain is holy

like my body is a wound he chose to worship

after

i curl around the sweat

and him

and the silence

and i wonder

if he’ll stay

or if i’ll ever stop needing this

to feel

anything