Anger Turns Me On

[angreepoet]

Anger turns me on -
the way your eyes on my body
make me want to hunt you.
There is nothing more arousing
than a lost temper
I just happened to find
in the same fashion
as I find loose change under
couch pillows at night,
Righteuous rage -
cheeks crimson, the shade of freshly spilled
blood -
can you tell me about anything
more erotically inebriating
than a raised fist
and flashing eyes?
I want you to be
volitile, cold, and conscious;
I want to steal your last straw
in order to be the hot blooded female
to steal you
then give you all the credit for my conquest
to piss you off from the start;
try and make it your right
to spread my legs
and stop my heart.
I hereby hold my craving
to be self evident that the
unalienable truth of you inside me -
thighs full of thrust and
former supposed impossiblities -
should forever after claim your orgasm
as its own national anthem.....
Oh say can you see, by the tense of your fists;
by the gasps in my breath, and your grip on my wrists;
From the sweat on your browe, to your mouth on my neck
I hope you've realized by now
I don't have much self-respect..........
Make me pledge my allegiance
all night long
til there's not one octav
left for you to wrench from my throat
or extract from my tongue.
Oh God baby! If you don't hold me
I won't cry.
If you don't love me
I won't die.
See I'm really not looking for much
just iron clad convictions
and a beautifully angry touch.