My Harmatia

I gave in to the passion
and was preyed by the sharpest of teeth.
They cut up my mouth,
leaving blood on my bottom lip
and loose skin along my inner cheek.

Black and blued,
Burned and beaten,
It stung so strong within.

So confused by pain and pleasure,
I stayed silent across his lap.
We harmonized our heavy breathing,
and I dwelled in the lie that I kept leading.