My fingers in your hair,
A hard pull in my direction
Your breath, relief and excitement
Like a drug
As your eyes grow wide
The slap then the sting in my palm
The sign that it’s been done right
As your skin flushes from pale to pink to red
Disobey me, fight me so that I can see
How far you can go without leaving this room
Test me because you’ve ached for someone
With hands that aren’t dipped in tedium
Who knows that you aren’t some fragile
Piece of mother’s porcelain.
If you were, you’d hand it to me and
Tell me to throw it to the ground.
You want to be gently broken,
So that you come back stronger.
And I will put you together
So that you were more beautiful
Than when you came in
And fuck, you were already beautiful.
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