Dear Lover,
I came wildly, recklessly, fearlessly. I was naked, uncontrollable, thrashing against the bed as you held me down and gave me what you knew I wanted. I wanted you— wild, reckless, fearless, free, light, flying, gliding, skydiving, cartwheeling aerially.
The crest waned. You changed. I saw the condom thrown, discarded prematurely across the bed. I was unguarded, and I realized you were the traitor who hadn’t defended me.
I was weightless, unburdened, wild, reckless, fearless, free. You wielded your sex as a weapon, because you wanted me— burdened, laden, heavy with child, tied down, chained to you, living in incessant fear of losing you, a slave, your slave, at your beck and call. I wanted you, you or not at all.