Fantasm Dawn

Tangled in sheets,
desperate to be quiet,
I fight for silence against my body that wants to cry out in joy.
You wind your hand in my hair and jerk my head backward,
and press your cock deep into my yielding body.
Arm wrapped around me,
your hand anchors me at a shoulder adorned with bruises.
I gasp out and capture sound in my teeth,
biting down hard to keep it in,
leaving a mark on my arm
that I will later claim is your doing.

In the room full of sleeping people
my hand digs in where it grips the hotel mattress,
thin sheets pulled taunt.
I gasp
and hear the wet sounds of our bodies together.
The deep rumble of others sleeping,
roars like cicadas
in my ears.

In this moment,
all of who I am is yours
and I am captive in the hot slide
of your body
into mine.