“THE REVERED FEMME BOTTOM” by Amber Dawn
published in Where the words end and my body begins (2015)
I love every loud mouthed hard assed fuck with you
skin soft like a loquat as they punch your cunt into infinity femme
I love girls who will fuck you up for no
and every good reason
— “I Love Hard Girls,” Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarashinha
The first woman (besides your mother) to slap your face
painted her bedroom floor red a few days before your date
and your knees sank into gummy coats of enamel while she
made you wait. Her window was wide open, undraped, and August
heat bulldozed in and all your sounds blow-horned out.
She said relax your jaw and you wondered what made her choose
leather and if your cheeks smarted as handsome bright
as the floorboards. Afterwards her pupils
were lust-drug dilated. I love a dirty fuck she cooed
I love every loud mouthed hard assed fuck. With you
being so spring chicken—you hardly knew
what you loved but you bought yourself
a harness and cock at the womyn’s sex shop
and joined the other dykes in the phallus procession.
The dog collar and wrist cuffs acquired for fashion
or foreshadowing. Lip piercings damned your smile.
Your scalp confessed to a Bic razor. You made anger your order.
When you pronounced your cunt a warrior the daddies
trained their mad eyes on you. Suited denim rough, but bare
skin soft like a loquat as they punched your cunt into infinity. Femme
you never considered yourself femme
until a lover hailed you, femme slut pretty pretty
Honorific. Femme meant worship
this lover, devoted, Please, femme-gasm
for me, soak the sheets with your femme
If memory serves, this may have been
the first time you were proud of your body.
Only a fire-gut can ejaculate like you.
A sparkplug sweet thing. A true
lover of girls who will fuck you up. For no
one could have told you
the dearest souls roll rough trade.
This bit of brilliance showed itself bit by bit.
Fuck by loud-mouthed hard-assed fuck you learned
to receive adoration just as well as you took a beating.
No one could have told you adoration
would trial and thrill you more than welts
on your young skin. Reverence’s markings
are permanent, and so reverence you were given
and for every good reason
