A name
Holds power,
As does
The way
It is spoken -
An enticing whisper,
And I move closer;
A sweet request,
And I honour
Her desires.
She begs so fervently,
And I flirt
With the idea
Of granting her
That sweet release;
Almost an hour
Filled with ecstasy -
That whisper, request,
The begging,
It was all
Done within one word,
My name.
With it too, she declared
Her passion,
Trembling legs
Wrapped around
My waist;
With it too, she exclaimed
Her gratitude, her
Surprise, such pleasure -
The sort that the lonely
Might die to feel.
She says she is safe
In that one word,
My name;
She utters it
As she lays down to rest,
A gentle sigh;
She invites me
To hold her once more
As she closes
Her eyes.
I know I shall awake
To that same voice,
To the blissful
Sound of my name
From her lips -
Sweetly, softly,
In the mornings
She wakes me,
And I am,
For once,
Pleased to have
Made it through
The night.
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Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
