The sting in my hand from where I’ve struck her
The welt that’s swiftly rising on her thigh
The mark that’s glaring through its suntanned lustre
The bolt of pain that taints her almond eye
The sweat that gathers in dusky creases of
The body that’s knotted like a rope
The sigh that’s strangled and abruptly ceases
The chin slick with saliva as she chokes
Supine, the curtains of her belly part
And she’s inhaling sharply through her nose
Relentless, I drive up towards her heart
While turning like a dragon’s embryo
She gasps, and groans, ‘I feel you everywhere’
So I take hold and pull her silky hair.
Theme Park at its Darkest 