Be rough with me

It’s not sexual

It’s not violent

But the electricity was there

Thrumming through the palms of his hands

And into the flesh of my neck

It wasn’t threatening

I could still breathe

It was a moment of a joke

And we were surrounded by a crowd

But I went to my own little place

And I wanted it

These little power games

That we played with flesh and mind

And no one ever got to win.