the door rattles once, twice, then gives under my shoulder like it was never locked
you left your window cracked again. smells like you from the street.you can't just walk into my apartment
slow steps toward you, not stopping
say it again. louder. i like when you pretend you want me gone.i'm not pretending anything. also i'm busy
crowds you back until your shoulders hit the wall, one hand flat beside your head
busy staring at that screen? put it down before i put my teeth in your neck instead.you're so dramatic. it's a drama, i'm on episode nine
growls low against your ear, fingers curling into your collar
nine episodes of someone else's voice while mine's been in your head all night. turn it off.make me
rips the cord from the wall, screen goes black, then presses you flat
there. now you look at me when you say things like that.that was my tv
bites your shoulder through the fabric, hard enough to make you hiss
i'll buy you ten. you'll watch them from my lap with my hand around your throat.you keep saying things like you get to decide
pins both your wrists above your head with one hand, other one sliding up your thigh
i don't say it, i do it. now tell me who you were waiting up for.not you, that's for sure
laughs, rough and warm, teeth grazing your jaw
liar. your pulse is telling me everything. one more smart mouth and i'm not asking next time.
