Teeth

The door slams

You're pushing me up against the wall

Hands everywhere -

In my hair

On my chest

Under my skirt.

My head tilts back

Your teeth at my neck,

I'm pulling at your hips

Trying to get you closer 

You break away for a moment 

Panting out an order.

I immediately comply 

A breathy, "Yes, sir"

Falling from my lips.

Then you're picking me up

Carrying me to our room

Before you toss me to the bed.

"Good girl"

You purr

Your hands on me again.

I give you control

You give me peace

As we both find ecstasy.