Let’s Make Up

Nowadays jack is not only one making my chest hot

It hadn’t occurred to me yet that you’re a drug

It’s the pain that you bring that satisfies my urge for thrill.

As soon as your voice breaks a scream

I crave your slap

Your squeal

Your pant

After releasing your heat

a calm flows through your garden to your flower.

Our bodies attach like magnets

Am I wrong for being in love with the fire?

The spark from our anger colliding was enough to ignite the whole room

A room that was once filled with slurs and negative remarks becomes a lake of endless pleasure for us to enjoy.

It’s your round peach posted up on 45 degree angle frame that fuels the rush

That sculpture only peeps my vision when your face turns red

I’m so sorry honey but your anger is sweet

Let’s make up.