My heart is shielded
Behind glass and locked away.
Fuck me ‘til it breaks.
I wanted to write more flash fiction during my baby’s second nap, inspired by something I had seen on my walk through Montreal yesterday. This piece of graffiti inspired this haiku, which in turn inspired some micro-fiction! Now, what else can I write before she wakes?
Some people make love like they might fall apart at any moment. Delicately, gently, slowly. Staring into each other’s eyes and rocking back and forth. They show their love through tenderness. It’s compassionate, it’s loving. It’s fucking boring.
That’s not how to show me your love.
Make love to me by fucking me harder. Understand that I need to be overwhelmed, overpowered, overawed. Push my face into the mattress and pull my hair. Hold me down and thrust into me as hard as you need. I want to taste your sweat, to feel your tension. I want struggle for breath, panting with exertion and feel my heart pounding against my ribcage. I want to fight and lose, trusting you enough to let you hurt me. Trusting you enough to know how far to push.
That’s how to show me your love. Fuck me ’til I break.