love is brutal when I hovered over you like a destroyer,'

you took wicked delight in my moans, claiming 

to want me in your mouth, in your throat, in your belly 

& moaned in echo when I pulled you off by the roots 

of your hair, not wanting our desire to end 

in a sticky glaze on your tongue 

love is brutal when I hovered over you like a destroyer, 

my hands full of your naked, dewy flesh, 

my mouth tasting the tips of your indelicate fruits 

until it abridged the locking of our loins, 

pounding like savages, speaking in foreign tongues!