My perfume

The poem depicts the intensity,passion and paradox of a sadomasochistic coitus.

I was trying to forget you
Completely erase you
Wipe clean,clean slate!
Waves of glossal pleasure
Was running all over my inner thighs.
Then suddenly
I felt a teeth bite
Like it's penetrating my flesh
Cutting through my senses.
As you proceeded to say"How will you forget this?
How will you wipe it clean?"
You started climbing up
Grabed me close to you
Imprints of your hands
Became a tattoo on my body.
I was trying to forget you
Completely erase you
Wipe clean,clean slate!
You pushed me down on my back
Hard,harder
Brought my wrists over my chest
Simple loop,then a simple twist
With doubled rope
The knot became tight
Blue creases circled around
Where one of your hands
pressed my hands against the bed while
Another one busy making
Marks of the night.
Scratches here,scratches there
All voluptuous territory conquered.
The light,the dark
Every nook and corner
Of my petite body
Was greeted with your dominance.
As you proceeded to say,"How will you forget this?"
How will you wipe it clean?"
I was trying to forget you
Completely erase you off
Wipe clean,clean slate!
But my body revealed my dilemma.
It responded like an arctic monkey song.
As if my senses had lost rationality
Instead of pain it produced joy
Instead of humiliation it resembled intimacy
Instead of suffocation it smelled like your scent preserved in a glass bottle.
Urges of freedom were gone
Desire of subjugation prevailed.
I looked at myself in mirror
How not an inch of my body was spared from the perfume stain
Of the long enchanting night.
I prepare myself for another night with the only adornment I've-My perfume.
And my perfume is nothing but you.

Author's Note

Here glossal refers to cunnilingus and shows the undeniable sexual tension and longing and satisfaction in the sexual intercourse of lovers.