I want to fuck.

I want the sunlight on my skin, the tip of his cock on my tongue.

I want to ride his face then ride his shaft.

I have so much emotion to give – enthusiasm, passion, rage, deep, dark hunger.

I want to feel safe enough with someone to hate-fuck each other.

My fingers in their mouth, my hand gripping their throat, my juices running down their jaw.

I want something regular.

I want the moon and wine and weed and me bracing against a tree as he slams into me.

I want marks from the tree’s rough ridges pressed into my palms.

This summer, I’ll fill this wanting