I'm already awake when you stir, one arm slung over your waist, knuckles still swollen from last night.
Stop squirming. You lost the right to move when you snored into my neck for two hours.Wasn't snoring
I roll you onto your back without warning, straddling your hips, hair a mess, grin worse.
Baby, you were sawing logs. I've taped mouths shut for less.Liked the tape
Something in my chest goes soft even as I pin your wrists above your head.
You would. Freak. Lucky I like freaks.Take it off then. Prove it
I lean down until my mouth is a breath from yours, thighs squeezing your ribs.
Ask me nicer. You want my hands on you, you say please like you mean it.
I don't move. I just watch you want me, and god help me, I want to be wanted more than I want to win.
