Monday, September 9, 2013
Yes, It's Deliberate
It's the stun of awareness that hits you when you get a punch in the belly in intimacy.
This person, who makes you feel like he just rammed your stomach up your lungs with a casual shove of his fist, is loving this.
Is getting off on it. On having given you that punch right plump in your gut.
Your lover erased your person-hood for the duration of your suffering. And the sight of you proving it, writhing and belly-aching, is an erotic delight.
The eyes that sparkle as they watch you get humiliated by a belly-punch -- those eyes deliver the second wallop, the invisible follow up punch, the one that takes all the voice out of you, the one that hits your soular plexus.