is this love?

is this love?

i ask myself,

as your coarse and calloused hands 

spread open my bronze thighs

fingertips dancing 

the waltz

up along my skin

is this love?

i ask myself,

rough kisses pelted 

along my throat

love bites 

decorating my body

moans and the repetition of

"oh fuck"

and

"you're so tight"

rumbling in my ears

is this love?

i ask myself, 

the only sound

resonating within the room:

skin slapping against skin

and heavy grunts

a rhythm of

in and out

in and out

in and out

is this love?

i ask myself,

tears that leaked

from your fucking beautiful

crystalline blue eyes

traced along irritated 

fresh cuts that appear

as if they have been painted

on my thighs and torso

is this love?

i ask myself,

maybe.