Lesson Ten in, “Art of Love: Most Brutal.”
Chalk talk. “To penetrate.” Old school Latin:
Penus, “innermost part of a temple.”
Carnage. Ancient term for flesh. To ruin.
To ram. Tongues can force open the tightest
of lips while your temple burns. And it will.
You will. The lash marks are now scab and crust
that you’ll pick at. I mar. I scar. The thrill
comes, like you, with hints of lust run amok
as I lay the lash against you. You yearn
for sweet adrenaline, endorphins, fear.
Don’t choose dull safe love. Anyone can fuck.
But to be owned? Your temple wants to burn.
I’ll teach you to beg just so I can sneer.