Arguments never ending, emotions on high,
a day of back & forth, leading to a bellowing cry.
Tired of the fussing, fighting and ultimate forgiveness,
only to crave his presence, giving into my heart’s emptiness.
For now, separation is key, theoretically closing the door,
giving each other space until we can’t take it anymore.
Hours pass before tensions return to normal,
both ready to restore our rage into something more carnal.
He finds me in bed, aggressively turning me on my back,
nibbling on exposed, skin like a salacious snack.
I don’t dare stop his ravenous advances,
instead beg for more as my clit dances.