Fucking You Should Come With a Hazard Sign

Sadistic

Fucking you should come with a hazard sign.
My skin is broken easily and your nails draw blood.
I have a high pain thresh-hold, but don’t like the look
of the whip selection in your little cupboard of sex.

As you stand over me with eyes of ownership,
cold and distant, detached from who I am,
I think “what the fuck have I gotten into this time?”
I go with it, convincing myself I have control.

I lay with held breath, staring up at the strength
of your form, I am naked, exposed, at your mercy,
as the sole of your foot is pressing firmly on my chest.
A sadistic mocking smile on your face, is this a game?

As you lean down slowly, your lips meeting mine
for the first time, I can taste the sweat on your skin,
and then my own blood as you bite down on my mouth.
The pain turns my anticipation and fear into anger.

I clutch at your wrists, throwing you onto your back,
and thrusting my body against yours, as we thrash it out,
fighting for the dominant role, but I know you will win,
you knew what you were doing when you brought me up here.

You will push it one step further than I can bare.
Fucking you should come with a hazard sign,
“enter at your own risk”.

more by LUCAS HOWARD

Photograph by Ruslan Solntsev

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Lucas Howard

When I was seven I started copying poems out of a book and telling people they were mine. When I ran out of good ones to copy, I had to start writing my own. I have been performing and organising nights on the UK spoken word scene now for over seven years and am most of the way through writing the first draft of my first novel 'Zedlist', which is serialised on here. As the story is in fetal form, any critiques or suggestions are most welcome.

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  • Loved the pace Lucas, awesome job! This is dope!