Prints of Agression

Not sleepy, he texted

Your thoughts torments my mind, she replied

After I have confessed what I have for you

I wish to touch you, 

For once

Knowing, you aren't mine

I would like to do things to you

Till you say 'you are the woman I have been looking all along'

What restricts you then, he questioned

Everything

From the distinct gulf in our age

To our social commitment

To the very realisation that 

We will be one time

You never know, he texted back

We might share a roof for a night

And that might last a lifetime

For a night, you suggest, she replied

For a night

I wouldn't be gratified

Because I relish my meat

At leisurely pace

So if I am gonna have you

I will leave my prints of agression

Not just on your bare flesh

But in your very existence.

©LR