through the crack between the headboard and the matress i can see

the random assortment of castaways, relegated to the bedroom floor in a careless daze

as we tumble.
condom wrappers, shucked off their contents frenziedly.
there's that earring i've been looking for for weeks now...

the empty jar that used to hold cherries. you sucked three of them from within me that night--
taking your turn
after i, in my turn, drizzled the shocking pink juice over your balls, licking it slowly as i watched you go rigid..in more ways than one.

your hands became claws, gripping the sheet. a groan, half muffled to my ears with my head firmly buried between your thighs even as i sat on your chest... intuition telling me you were staring at the growing stain on my white cotton panties, dirtying them with your indecent thoughts alone. hearing you sigh as i feasted....

sucking, straining for my sweet reward. flicking my tongue over the tip expectantly, the way i watch you do on a hot summer day, ice cream cone in hand, savoring each creamy drop that inevitably melts its way through the bottom of the cone. lick by imperceptible lick until the cone is spent, flaccid for its emptiness, but still sticky and smelling of the sweet contents it just released.

and tonight...watching you smolder with your cigarette in hand...i knew as surely as i always do that i would pay for this argument. somehow i never mind when it comes time to settle the bill. you crash into me and i crash into the headboard, howling in exhileration and savage execution. i glance over my shoulder and watch your face, contorted in ecstacy and the spent casings of fury.

god i love fighting with you. the grudge fuck apology and absolution are my drug.