sometimes anger feels like an orgasm, tastes like chocolate and salted caramel

[exbex]

You’re disgusted by the thought
Of the blood between my thighs.

You curl your lip and
shame me at the sight.

But now I know
You hate the thought
that a woman can bleed absent the strike
of your hand.

So lost in your contempt that
when you recoil you forget
you have no teeth with which to strike.