raw gritty lustful
we met at a bar / i know, so cliché / our first night together awakened my libido / every hole was stuffed and licked / we were raw, gritty, lustful / sex had never felt this powerful / so animalistic / so alive
then our lowest of lows were met with reckless sparrings of rage / we succumbed to varying levels of verbal assault to dimmish the other’s worth / progressing with attempts to physically slaughter and defeat
at the height of these lows were tremendous highs of ignited passion / we created our own definitions of arousal and established dominance / leaving our bed a bloody trail of sexcapades licked clean and kept satisfied
this pain and pleasure intertwined for years
until I finally realized delusion could only bandage the wounds of manipulation for so long / careful not to remain battered and broken forever / numbing the body and soul of any and all feeling / be it raw, gritty, or lustful / this realization was better than any orgasm or damaging habit that seethed out of us / i haven’t seen them since
Heather Joy lives near the Atlantic Ocean even though she can’t swim, loves pop culture yet avoids social media, and is a vegetarian who eats red meat. Contradictions aside, her literary debut won first place in the Sexuality & Relationships category for the 2025 Indie Reader Awards. Learn more at mmmmheatherjoy.com.
