ravaged

I wanted to be ravaged
Rolled over, devoured and ravaged again
I wanted to be eaten alive
I wanted to be beside myself from the abundance of pleasure and the wisdom to know I deserved it
Womanhood is a strange thing
A blossoming and a wilting all at the same time
And in this isolated moment, I wanted to be ravaged
I wanted to feel a pleasure that was equal to the pain I endured
And so we rolled, we tumbled, we devoured
Clawed at each other's flesh; exhausted our energies
Repented into the sky with our moans
And as he lifted me into the air
I left my baggage at the foot of his bed

and when I finally settled down into a deep sleep, I decided the baggage would stay there
because the only way I could float was without it