With the all the biting and the hickeys,
My mouth knows the amount of 
Pain you can take in. 
My hands know where it tickles you;
My legs know when it’s going to cramp you;
My body knows when you are going to convulse…

Our short story had long strokes;
You and your hair on top me,
Moving slow and steady
My nails marking my territory
You, trembling to breathe;
Me, going deep down;
Us, sweating like the monsoon;
Quivering long strokes quench the hunger…