Give Me Your Anger

[alienaesthetic]

Give me your anger
I want to feel it hard, naked and wet
Like a ships wooden hull
Slamming against my soft body
Only you can give me the ache that I crave
Rain down on me
As the wave of passion washes over us
Swallowing us whole, bodies
You think you are abusing me
But my spirit triumphantly delights
Foaming vehemently
And without regards to compassion.