You punch my face hard, my nose starts to bleed.
This isn’t our first time doing this.
I am not surprised.
I trust you, i always do.
I crave the ache you provide.
We’re important to each other.
I know you will care for me.

Your face is static.
This isn’t something usual.
I fall to my knees.
I don’t hit back like i usually do.
The blood from my nose burns.
It’s my first time with iron in my snout.
Its new, and it fills me with shock, ecstasy, hunger.

You’re just standing there, looming over me.
This isn’t uncomfortable.
I am not surprised.
I starve for your action.
Stillness is a stab in my heart,
I want to feel your taste.
I know it isn’t healthy.

You put your hand in my hair.
This isn’t how i expected things to go.
A vulnerability like this.
Unexpected.
I wish i could tear your arm off.
It’s my first time with your hand in my fangs.
It’s new, and it fills me with rage, sorrow, thirst.

You get down on my level, our eyes meeting.
This isn’t wrong.
I am not surprised.
„Is everything okay?” you ask.
No, the words sting my throat.
I have to take a deep breath.
I don’t know what face I'm making, you’re worried.

You pull me near.
This isn’t my place.
Your body one with mine.
I trust you, i always do.
I feel the pain of your mind.
It’s my first time with your heart in my mouth.
It’s familiar, and it feels so simple.