Tomorow will be black and blue, (playing)

I wish for a woman that will lean on me, she will press with all her weight on my shirtless self and push me to the curve of a sofa, as to both be swallowed in the cushioned maw, she would wear shorts cut right under her bum and a loose tank top, ............
gird my wrists i will be helpless, be strong, .........
you would rub the soles of your feet on my calves, you would knock my shinbones and my kneecaps with your kneecaps and your shinbones, and we will twitch and have spasms, i will feel the heat of your slick legs against mine, you would poke my brick belly and stick your fingers in my skin to leave nails marks and i would giggle and tighten to the sting, you would pluck my biceps and scratch my groins to red, you would sit on me and grab my waist and my neck, make me feel your presence, your solidity, your determination, you would linger forcefully your lower lip on my bare pectoral muscle, up, up, to bite me on the round juicy flesh of my shoulder, sharpen your teeth on the clavicle, bump into me, roll onto me, encircle me, push and press and hit, seize me and shake me, be tough and beat, whip me with your hair to the smell of cinnamon, i will catch you and we will get entangled rolling under a blanket, and our bones will clank, and our limbs will spread and spurt out, and our bodies will embrace, and we will moan, to resist and finally rest flat and heavy and piled up in the silent chaos of each other breath.

Never think.