SILENCED
by Jacqueline M. Gale©


He doesn't even know I'm void.
When I'm on my knees and he cant see
how the words swim beneath my eyelids.

Gently, he cradles my head in his hands
and strokes the smooth skin behind my ear with his
thumbs.
I grab slightly at thigh and buttock,
pulling him closer,
taking him deeper.

He loves me even when I'm not doing this
It makes me smile, and feel,and believe,
and love too.

And the view from here,
obscured by a small curve of beer gut,
is a sort of ethereal bliss.

Occasional peeks of the broad shoulders
towering above
and a facial expression torn between
watching and concentrating
sends a shudder deep in my abdomen.
The craving for satiety only heighetens with his
soft moans.

But tonight....tonight I want to connect
and I'd much prefer the taste of words.
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