Bite My Neck

Steph;
You always used to make me cum when you bit my neck.
It used to be like a tongue on a nerve, like electricity curving about the earth
the mountains of my body, the rivers of my soul.
When you left Sisters of Mercy on the floor and played the Cure,
and pulled my half-naked sweat closer to you and above you,
when you pulled my down onto pale thighs, paler than mine,
and dug nails into my flesh like razorblades.
And we used to drink, Steph, remember? Irish coffee,
hair of the dog, all smeared lipstick eyeliner sensuality?
We’d stay up all night, dreaming our dreams,
and every morning we’d wake up covered in each other’s sweat.
You always made me cum when you bit my neck, Steph,
and I think you could fuck me tonight if you asked.
Just promise me you’ll bite my neck.