Love Bites

He was tired.
He’d been working hard.
He was in the mood to hurt me
but not exert himself
So he used his teeth
and bit his way
up and down my body
leaving spectacular marks
that I’d wear for days.
Biting is one of my favorite things
and he doesn’t do it often
but when he does
he’s thorough
and he makes it hurt.
When he finished
we tangled ourselves together
and relaxed.
And although we don’t have
nearly enough
stolen moments together,
sometimes the moments
when we do nothing are
the most powerful.
Even at rest
he took charge
and I let him
arrange my body
in a position
that felt good for
both of us.
There, he said,
when he had posed me
to his satisfaction,
Do you feel all
safe and protected now?
And I smiled.
Because he knew that
feeling safe
mattered to me,
and as tired as he was
he made sure
to give me what I needed
before he let himself relax.
No one can fucking tell me
that this is just lust.
Or friendship.
There’s another layer here.
And it’s not allowed so
we ignore it.
And it would change things
if we said it
so we don’t.
But it’s there.
How do you fall asleep
naked
with someone that you
don’t trust or
love?
I don’t.
And I hope
He doesn’t either.