Dole

Hidden below,
An opened wound,
Left uncared for...

Why would you leave me stranded
On a cold night like this?

Food for mouth.
Water for skin.
Cloth for beauty.

Your touch,
My skin hungered for...
And none of your sweat
Quenched my thirst...

Every day of the week,
I questioned my beauty...
Questions all over the mirror...
Looking for errors...
Lusting for eros...

Standing in his shadow,
Standing toe to toe,
His shoulder just above...

A quick glance,
A soft smile,
A struggling eyes,
And a slippery thought...

"You said you won't be coming...
I wasn't expecting you..."

Though my lips lied,
My saintly body would
Not stop lusting for him.

A light touch on my cheek
And a worn out zipper exposing
My black brassiere told
Him my secrets...

"Are you feeling cold or what?"

Indeed, I felt the cold...
Rejected and cast into the
Bedroom of empty promises
And loneliness...

"Yes, the weather is harsh..."

Our home climate.

"Sorry, let me make you something..."

He drew himself closer, shut his eyes,
Kissed my lips and gently pressed
His hairy chest on my boobs...

I lost my senses
And I couldn't feel cold
For that moment...

I jumped up at him, desperately
Wrapping both my legs
And arms around him...

I became a child and held
Onto him until we reached
Our final destination...

I released myself to him,
Watched him crawl
His moist tongue and
Was thrilled by his busy fingers...

He had a taste, a light bite
And a slow tickling touch
Followed between my legs...

My opened wound was cared for...
A sharp slide into the wound of pleasure...
A mouthful of slimy cream...
And a smooth ride...

He dug...
He knocked...
Until we heard
The cry of a baby...

"This is our child look!
A gift from God..."

He looked at me and frowned
His face...

"A burden from God you mean?"

The End...