She lights a fire inside
it makes him burn
with a yearning to tear her clothes off.
Touch her with a gentleness
she’s yet to know
but fuck her
with the hate he’s bottled.

Trail of underwear
leading down hall and to the bed.
He wants the silence to break
with the sound of his name
echoing through the walls.
Make her broadcast her pleasure
to the masses outside.
Innocent bystanders just passing by
will know what kind of lover he is.

Or at least she will
feed his ego.


©Dylan Nichols 2014

“ Don’t ask her to moan. Make her.