Bite the Bullet
There’s no sanctuary in the space between us,
Only the cold shine of steel and the animal heat of bodies caught in a cycle of need–
You sink your teeth in, leave marks I’ll wear like a medal,
While I bite the bullet and ride the shudder of pain turning into pleasure.
Every collision is a dare: how deep can we go before one of us breaks?
The room rings with the anthem of our undoing,
Chains rattling in the dark, metal on skin,
Every thrust a riot, every gasp a rebellion.
The taste of blood on your tongue is a secret we share,
A pact signed in sweat, sealed in moans and curses.
You dig your nails in, desperate for dominance,
And I give it gladly, because surrender is the only language we speak.
We bite the bullet together, forging bliss from agony,
Bodies a battlefield, hearts spitting bullets that never miss,
Every wound a love letter, every bruise a memory pressed beneath the skin.
You want it rough, you want it real,
And I give you every inch–no mercy, no retreat–
Letting you carve your name in the scar tissue of my will.
We are violence dressed as passion,
Tangled in sheets and chains, drowning in the sound of our own destruction,
Unapologetic, unrepentant, high on the ache of being alive and unbroken.
Bite the bullet, babe, and spit out the fear–
Tonight, nothing exists except the heat between us,
The unholy communion of pain and pleasure,
Bodies welded together in a dance that doesn’t need redemption,
Only another round, another bullet, another sin.
Let the world collapse beyond these walls–
Here, we’re kings and killers, sinners and saints,
Worshipping at the altar of our own ruin,
And as the sun rises, we bite the bullet again,
Chasing that last high, that last gasp, that last promise of more.