Sounds

Sounds bring back memories that make your heart either sink or sing.
Again an attempt at the feelings of an affair from a novice poet.

The rustle of her dress as it falls to the floor.
The sigh from her lips as she reaches out for you.
The whisper of her finger tips stroking your chin.
The gasp of pleasure when naked bodies join.
The repetition of a squeaking bed.
The sound of cries as a goal is reached.
The sound of the hurtful “I’ve got to go.”

The eventual clandestine night together.
The planning, the lies, the deceit.
The anticipation of your long time dream.
The holding back from going too fast.
The shutting of the door on the other world.
The moment that seems like the first time, each time.
The moment of pleasure as you feel how it could be.

The sound of “I love you” in the quietness of the night.
The sound of the dawn chorus as you wake up beside her.
The sound of her breath as she asks for more.
The sound of her final cry, and the memory of the night just gone.
The sound of the shower as you lay there wondering.
The sound of her stockings against her skin
The sound of the shutting door as she leaves, maybe forever.