Pain hits, but I'm past that.
It's a scratch.
A split lip that hurts.
IT BLASTS IN...rip.
A primal part in us stirs, hums.

Taint him,
Taunt him,
A satin purr.
I'm a bitch.
Hair. Lap. Ass. Limb. Hips.
Sin hits him, a saint.

That tramp.

I crash, numb.
Hush...