When I come,

it’s not quiet.

It’s not sweet,

not polite,

not pretty like the porn where everyone whispers.

I roar.

I howl.

I rip through the air

like pleasure is a battlefield

and I already won.

When I come,

my thighs lock like a vice

and your face better be exactly where I left it.

Don’t move.

Don’t even breathe wrong.

If you want to survive me,