BDSM

There are way too many men who never take chances,

Sitting diagonally across from the corner of the room,

I spotted you.

The openness between your eyes, your thighs, your whatever

I grabbed and pulled 

(Was it your hair or was it just..)

so hard that my hands writhed in pain

Was I afraid? 

Too many men don't know our world

What we do in cryptic spaces in half dim rooms

that barely have space to fit you and me,

our bodies collide like mountain zones

it's deformation in minds and bodies

foregone conclusions, all gone by this moment

But, after it is over, you forget why we started

I am not the boyfriend

and I don't ache for you

But you insist we meet again,

next time I have to finish what I started

so that you can never have another next time,

ever again.