My Safe Word Is “Get The Fuck Out”
You show up with that grin
thinking charm replaces honesty
hand on my hip before you even shut the door
Talking big about consent
dropping buzzwords you scraped from a thread while your eyes shop the floor
You say you are chill, you say you respect lines
then your hands wander where my words never sent them
Laugh when I tense up, call it cute, call it shy
like I’m a puzzle and your job is to bend them.
You tell stories about exes who were crazy
boundaries that killed the mood
how you hate people who overthink
Meanwhile your fingers trace routes they have no right to travel
and every nerve in my spine starts to shrink
You call yourself a dom under your breath like that grants you a license to ignore the set of my jaw
You treat my “no” as foreplay, my silence as kink
and somehow still talk about ethics like it’s law.
Let me teach you something your podcasts never covered
a rule that matters more than any trick in bed
If I say stop, that is not your cue for romance
that is not a challenge
that is the wall between me and dread
This is not a workshop, this is my body
and you are one sentence away from leaving instead.
My safe word is “get the fuck out
” not some cute little phrase that keeps the scene hot and sweet
Once those four words land, this night is over
your shoes go on, your ego joins you in the street
I am not here to educate you on basics you should have learned before you touched skin
My safe word is “get the fuck out, ” and if you hear it
walk through that doorway and never come back in.
You roll your eyes when I slow your hands, say “relax
I am not like those creeps, I know what I am doing
trust, ” You say you need to feel free, hate rules
hate labels
hate how everyone talks about trauma and rust
I hear that and see a giant sign that reads “walks away when called out
blames everyone else for the mess
” So when you push past my third “no” and laugh it off
my patience packs its bags and I care less.
I like rough, I like wild
I like teeth on my neck and nails on my back from someone who hears every word
I like filthy talk from a mouth that listened
not from a walking script that never learned a third
If you can’t tell the difference, then frankly
what you think you know is just absurd.
My safe word is “get the fuck out
” not some cute little phrase that keeps the scene hot and sweet
Once those four words land, this night is over
your shoes go on, your ego joins you in the street
I am not here to educate you on basics you should have learned before you touched skin
My safe word is “get the fuck out, ” and if you hear it
walk through that doorway and never come back in.
One day you might meet someone who hands you a list
who lays out rules, who teaches with patience and care
Maybe that person feels safe guiding you step by step
holding your wrist while you learn how to share
That is not my job tonight in this room with my heart already worn thin from old smoke hanging in the air
My only job is keeping this body safe, this mind intact
this space clean of your clueless stare.