He says
He says
Let’s get naked
And do ketamine
While we fuck
You’re bleeding
So you spread
A moss-green blanket
On the couch
He dreams
Of decadent abandon
Watching you
Undress, obey
You get on top
Dip the spoon in the bag
Hold it up
To his nose
The crystals sparkle
In your head
Drip down
The back of your throat
He is a wave
Beneath you
You’re fucking
The sea itself
Rolling and roiling
In your depths
(And when you tell him so,
He only laughs)
You come up for air
Open your eyes
The city glitters
In the windowpane
He will say “please”
When he takes off
The condom, later
And you won’t protest
You’re high
On his desire,
His need,
However false
This sea may
Swallow you
It’s time to
Learn to swim
Horror Sleaze Trash 