I watch you watching me, as lust runs rampant across your face like the disturbance of maggots over rot. You scan my attributes and I imagine the path of your thoughts as sunshine cascades over me, giving the impression of softness and light. You have no idea of the darkness inside of me. The deep red gashes of violence have left my mind with bottomless chasms of despair and I look for the snap, the harsh jerk of retribution, as I am pushed or pulled up and down the cliff face of your desires.
I want you want to bend me, break me, use me, take me; make me your little fuck toy once the door is closed on the public exhibition of who I should be and create what you want. You have the access the others don’t have and as you notice them scenting after my sex, after noticing my body, my face; you want to mark your claim on me. Punish me for being exactly what you want because it makes other men rampant with fantasies, you get to enact.