your newest toy
feels cool against my skin
as anticipation builds
making my heart sing
and when you trace it
along the curve of my hips
you don’t have to say
anything
to prepare me for its sting

so sharp, so divine
this pain i know
is all mine
to feel, to drown in
as i fall deeper within
the secrets i’ve long ago
kept hidden,
now come
bidden

*This is for National Poetry Month, where I’m writing on a theme. Inspired by Álvaro de la Herrán‘s video for GQ Spain called Mine