'Hurt Me' Poem by I write because I have to

She said hurt me and it hurt me
but I did it because I loved her,
at least that’s what I told myself, but I didn’t believe that and neither did she.
We just met three hours ago -
a flashing passing, a fleeting meeting -
the conversation of eyes,
introductions in minds,
dances in glances.
We both knew how this night would end before it began so we gave in.
Two hours prior - flirty winks, lots of drinks, lots of jokes
and as we spoke I couldn’t help but picture her on the beach
under an umbrella like the one in her drink.
So when she ordered a sex on the beach that’s exactly what we did
in the car by the big Bahamas billboard on the corner,
under street light palm trees,
on city sidewalks of sand,
under the sunlight at noon of the midnight moon,
and finally in her bed under her poster of Hawaii.
She’d never been there before
but there we were tonight
on beaches of Broadway on the 17th floor.
Drunk out of our minds, intertwined
hypnotized by the snake of her spine
the curve of her hips, the lines of her back
that peaceful place at the nape of her neck
her hair like tendrils of angels fingers that she told me to pull harder
her fingers that dug into my sides
I’ll never forget what she said when she cried,
'hurt me.'
'hurt me.'