Up The Neck

Anger and lust,

My senses running amok.

Bewildered and deluded,

Have I been hit by a truck.

With my tongue inside his [...?...],

Felt like the time in the womb.

But I woke up with a headache that split my skull,

Alone in the room.

I got down on the floor with my head pressed between my knees,

Ip to my neck with my teeth sunk into my own flesh.

I said, baby, oh sweetheart.

Lust turns to anger,

A kiss to a slug.

Something was sticking,

On the shag rug, look at the tiles.

I remember the way he groaned,

Moved with an animal skill,

My face in the sweat that ran down his chest,

It's all, very, run of the mill.

I noticed that his scent started to change somehow,

His face went berserk, veins bulged on his brow.

I said baby, oh sweetheart.

Bondage to lust,

Abuse of facility.

Blackmailed emotions confused,

The demon and devilty.

I was sure his attentions were sweet,

And that mine were as well.

But a wish is a shot in the dark,

When your coin's down the well.

I got out in the hall with my teeth in my head,

Up into my neck I said, said, said,

Dead.

I said baby, oh sweetheart.