Erotic Poetrycrushing and eroticmy wrists are still bruised
from last night
from the wrestling
the tension
the sex that should have
happened
but didn't.
we weren't
fighting each other
but ourselves
as you pinned me to
the floor
and handcuffed me.
you should have
kissed me then
turned our resistance
into biting kisses
left the game in place but
changed the rules.
my sweater was torn from
my body
one
step further
could have been rough,
crushing, and erotic.
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