Poetry

Cross Collar Choke

I want to feel your body

beneath me

shoulders tense, limbs expectant

as I clamp down

hip to hip.

I want to feel your skin

against mine

start to clam

as my legs

wrap around like vines.

Blood rushing

under my fingers

as I slide my hands

deep inside your collar

arms crossing over your throat.

Breath rasping

against my cheek

grows desperate

as my wrists turn

caressing your carotids.

I want to feel your sweat

panic on my lips

as I pull you into me

wrists at full rotation

blocking the airflow.

I want to feel you tap

tap, tap

your hand on my back

telling me you’re done

as you submit to my will.

Tamsin Connor

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