Mind to mind, or hand to throat.
It seems I can't have both. It's either
the seductive voice that whispers
to me through the screen, words
that resonate all the way down, that find
the core of what I'm looking for, or
it's the breadth of shoulders, the heat
of breath. It's a tightness I'm my chest
and a throwing in my cunt, images
that are exactly what I'm searching for,
or it's the hiss of a whip, the heat
of a handprint. The overwhelm of a cock
filling my mouth and stealing my breath.
One leaves me empty and aching.
The other leaves me sated but never
quite satisfied. How do people find
that perfect combination? The one who
can touch their body the same way he
touches their sense of self? Who sees
the beauty in their body and the
darkness in their desires? Maybe the don't.
Maybe we're all just chasing something
that doesn't exist. If I have to choose,
which is it? Mind to mind, or hand to throat?