Loving him drink is twisted shit
But my past experiences of love could not focus on my sensitivity
It’s a pre-(existing) condition
A form of tongue-to-tongue combat in saliva so cruel
Suck my tongue onto his Adam’s apple,
because I am not facing the mix of intimacy and violence
His torso is taboo,
accompanied by how to cut him or feel up his balls
Affection is uneven
And humanity?
We both know this moment exposes the rawness of sex and my life
Even if I didn’t ever happen