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Click hereYou always wanted to make me cry.
To 'bring me tears,' you liked to say.
I said I didn't think I could stand being
hurt enough to get there
but I'd try.
You'd suggest things - If not this,
or that, then this and that,
or one after another, just might work.
So many combinations:
the chemistry of pain.
We tried them all, and with abandon,
And I enjoyed it too, I did.
The look in your eyes made me ache
to be taken, past endurance.
I moaned, whimpered.
I sometimes even screamed.
After you I was among the walking wounded.
Still, I didn't cry.
The very last time it was late at night,
in your office,
and you told me not to make a sound.
'You have to just be quiet and take this,
Do you understand?'
I did.
I bit my own arm while you came inside me,
shaking, hard.
You never saw my tears.
But you must have known -
It was everything you didn't do that hurt enough
to get me there.
We know ourselves in a round-about way, often piecemeal, through others, many of whom lie to us along the way; persevere, though, and we may be reborn, and poetry is a most fertile womb.
That's a phenomenal piece, particularly the ending few lines. Very well done. There's probably some editing and detailing that could happen here but mostly I was just impressed by the clarity of your voice and the descriptions. Welcome!
Wonderful title. Lots to really like in this poem, except the first stanza. I think the poem would be much, much stronger without it, or with a revision.
And the poem is very well written though I think you could strengthen it by cutting out some extraneous words. But it's good! Your poem has been recommended in today's new poems reviews on Literotica's Poetry Feedback and Discussion forum.