Kicking away the chair.
So much time has passed. When I haven’t heard from you, I knew that you’ve gone and kicked your heels in the air. You’ve gone and let loose on who ever’s been rattling your cage. I could see it in your eyes. It was in the anger in your voice. I could see it in the way you stopped keeping your hair.
You have nothing to lose. Your pistol is loaded. It has been for months now and you’re ready to blast a holes in the walls. You’re holding on tight, one hand holding the other. Your teeth are gritted. Your jaws flex. Your feet planted firm. You squeeze. Bang. Bang. Bang. The sound rings in your head so loud that you can’t hear anything else.
Your mouth is open wide. Your teeth bare. Your throat is dry. Sweat rolls down your tits, from your nipples to the sheets. And you wonder why you waited so long. You’re not sure whether to laugh, scream or cry. You do something in between.
The weight of the body atop of you presses heavy against you. But you’ve been crushed by far less. Nothing in the room, nothing in the night, nothing before this moment will ever measure up to the tears of complete pleasure rolling down your face.
How wrong you have been. How many years lost, you wonder. Then it all starts up again, and you grip tight and hold on. And you smile in the dark, knowing that you’ve lost nothing, as long as this fuck keeps pumping away at you.