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Click hereIn the darkness I can feel your breath.
Pressed to my ear, the crackle of miles
distorts and frustrates –
silences, pregnant.
Too shy to tell you
how much I need you,
what I am doing,
I wait, a quiver, aquiver.
Leather under skull,
cardboard thinskin protects
from concrete chill,
shoes shucked, skirt pulled away.
Pressnbuzz – ungh – off.
What was that you said again?
What am I doing?
Oh – do you know
I wait for you to ask?
Again, shy strangles -
regresses the pitch.
Toy, wet, buzzing clit, need.
Ready, oh please!
Tell me, let me go.
In giving this to you,
waiting for you –
passion is heightered
Why? I don't know – only
your satisfaction, your pride –
my reward –Good girl.
shiver become frissons,
tiny tremblors Richtersize.
The pitch black refines the line
connecting our needs.
I can hear your breath, emotion -
need heard without words.
I know what you want.
Please, tell me, tell, me.
Your questions, electric demands.
Ready, want, need.
Yes, yours.
Yes, good.
Yes, for you.
Good little girlyslut.
Please, I can't wait any more!
Tell me, tell me, please!
Now.
Thrillchill,
Do it now -pow!
Jitterbug flight tonight;
dancing in the dark
for you -
holding, tweaking jerking -
on strings I give to you.
This poem has been selected for listing in Wednesday's New Poems Review.<br>
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