Strings Attached

In 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.