One call.
And the house phone is angrily yanked from the foyer wall.

We all pile into the car.
Daddy's driving so fast it is, at times, hard to tell where we are.
Once we do stop; "Er...Daddy?" I ask. "Why are we at the ER?"

No reply. Mommy just grabs me roughly by the arm. Pulling me swiftly from my seat.
Not really giving me any time to properly stand steady upon my feet.

My little mind races.
It wasn't until later that I understood the concerned looks that graced their faces.

Why are they in such a big hurry?
With that thought I start to worry.

Daddy and Mommy quickly reach the reception.
Question after question. Command after command.
All responses, almost expertly vague. Are these nurses masters of deception?
The tension; I I'm barely able to withstand.
Then, some time later Daddy takes me gently by the hand.

Still struggling to keep up, I ponder aloud; "Daddy, what's the rush?"
"Baby girl please, not now. Just follow me and hush."

We reach a door.
Little did I know what lay beyond, what was in store.

We enter a room.
To the occupant in the bed, my eyes instantly zoom.

"Zoe!! Sis!"
"Hey Angel!" You greet, beckoning me to come further in.
I'm unsure, you break out into huge grin.
You attempt to sit up, from your lips escapes a dreadfully painful hiss.
"So l-little miss, do you think that you can give me a kiss?"
 
A peck.
In no less than 1 hour and 46 minutes each of my parents could be classed as an emotional wreck.

At 11:39 PM, Zoe; she was chosen.
Leaving me............................Frozen.

Floating, my lens is set to soft-focus. Just a sense, an outline.
Held so close. But from the grounders, safely, I am out of reach.
To finally be able to feel secure is sublime.



My freedom, they shall no longer impeach .
Intentions pure .
Settled, I am finally at peace. Lightness I now know.
I have risen and found my cure

Her voice is soft: "Sweetheart, come.
You look like you're in need of some company."
She takes my hand, stroking it gently with her thumb.

Slow steps, I walk in a disjointed pattern. Two, two, one, three.
She does not hurry me.
Around my waist snakes an arm.
With my sharp intake of breath, a note of alarm.
"Aww petal, it's okay. I mean you no harm."

"You're alright now, your fight is over."
She says taking my bloodied revolver.
Exchanging it for a torn and red stained four leaf clover.

Speedy, nimble, aloof.
Little trace, no track, no solid proof.

Watch your back.
Who will be the subject of the next attack?
He has a particular knack.

A certain flare.
Loves to scare.
You can never over prepare.
You must always remain aware.
Because Lord knows he does not care.
You turn around; he is there.
You turn again; ****! ****! Where?!

Attempt to out smart?
You could try.
But I am not going to lie.
Either way you are going to die.
He is a master of his craft. What he does, he considers it an art.
The impact? Its scale? Off the chart!
Seriously, I would not even know...how to start...
The lives, the families; so many torn apart.

To find a fresh heart?

He must tear the human body asunder.
This spirit; he hides among the thunder.

Hear it chime?
Only a limited amount of time...

Nearly
Emotionally
Empty;
Drained

This one's for she who wears the glow in the dark specs.
The one nobody disrespects!

The one who always has the biggest smile on her face.
The one who constantly conducts herself with impeccable grace.

The one who isn't a afraid  to be different, to stand out and defy the norms.
The one who's light still shines, so bright, even after weathering the harshest of storms.

The one who sees nothing but goodness inside.
The one who makes me feel as if I I am airborne, I can simply spread my wings out and glide.
I have been afforded the greatest honour by her, she considers me her sibling, that alone gives me the biggest sense of pride.

Some say: "Money buys you happiness."
I will not argue, that could be true.
But couldn't the same be said about love too?

My chest seems to have gotten a lot tighter.
How could I have not noticed your side of the bed getting lighter.

Panic floods my body, instantly.
This reaction is unfortunately instinctive for me.

I turn suddenly, my eyes then lock onto your frame.
Yes, it is indeed you. But your outward appearance is not the same.

You are bathed from head to toe.
In The Moons' shimmering, blue glow.
You must've just exited our en suite. 
You're smiling at me now, moving slow.
I hear the faint sound of pearling skin - the movement of feet.

Soon, I am once again, encased tightly within your arms.
And my internal sea of fear rapidly calms. 

"Hey Monkey, no worries. Back to sleep. Count me some sheep."
Slowly but surely my begin to close.
According to my love, I made; "Not a peep."
Well, that's until morn when The Sun rose.

Frostbite you must face.
The icy cold you'll just have to embrace.

The truth hurts honey, It's cold and hard.
But you made your decision, you played your last card.
You can't just start crying now that your heart is scarred.

You're not the only one, **** it up and grow yourself a backbone.
You must now start paying for your past, for your sins you must atone.

Night, darkness is here.
The sky is calm and clear.

This is when thoughts drift up to the place where earlier, one might have seen cloud.

It is when many connect with our Father, voicing their love aloud.

Two shots fired. Pop, pop Everything slows.
I can feel my heartbeat throughout my entire body, everywhere, right down to my toes.

Tell me, have you seen a bullet penetrate the skin? Rip through flesh?
I hope for your sake that your answer is no. One push and one release. Crimson liquid. Flowing fast So bright, so fresh.

Smell the iron. Its scent: rich and thick.
How would I describe it consistency? Slick.

Silence, as you stand in the doorway. 
Your lip trembles, scared that your voice may betray.
As you step toward me, it looks as if you’re a little off-balance. Your body starts to sway.

Once you’re beside me. Whatever it was that you were attempting to keep at bay. You can no longer, your frame simply gives way.
You’re stripped bare. Everything else falls away.

When you cry. It’s more like half of a growl and half sobbing-howl.

After what seems like a small infinity.
You ask quietly me.
“How long?”
Now, I know exactly what’s wrong.
I can’t answer in time, so you inquire again.
But this time you sound somewhere between the ages of five and ten.

It is my turn to struggle to speak.
My reply is so tiny, so meek.
“S-six weeks.”
You're in tears once more. Rivers slide down your cheeks.

“Oh Lindsay. Baby, stop.” I gently chastise.
Softly kissing you on the forehead. I wish to never again to see such deep sorrow swimming within your gorgeous blue eyes.

The last time we were able to properly communicate was as far back as September.
She sent me a silly photo, I remember.

I miss her, I hope she knows.
More and more, as by time so swiftly goes.
When each day draws to a darker close.

I'm not irritated, angry or annoyed.
These circumstances we just could not foresee.
With this fact, I'm sure, she would agree.
It's completely impossible to avoid.

It can't be helped. With the situation, I will never complain.
Sadly, this has made me abundantly aware of the shadows as daylight begins to fade.
The clouds and the rain.
My world is void of all color, leaving me with nothing but shade.

They can be found. They can be lost.
They can be warm and tender. They can be icy, like frost.

So beware. Handle with care.
You can never take them back once they're out there.

Echoes first quiet, a pitch that hounds can barely hear.

Gently coaxing her. "Come now, no one has to know, just give in dear."


Blues and reds spinning. Sirens scream.

 So much better and yet so much worse.



Trying to beg. But no, they're tuned out.

I don't know any other route,
I still can't tell, no voice to shout.


They're all deaf! Please God, open just one ear.

Writing, for me isn't often a happy affair.
For you see, there is a lot of darkness up there.

I do not want to equal the sum of my mistakes.
To step back from the edge. Do you realize how much strength that takes?

Your psyche breaks.
Into minute fragments and flakes.
One can cut themselves on these spiky shards.
So don't give me an inch, if you do I'll take far more than a yard.

Hush don't wake her, leave her in the quiet.
Hush don't wake her, it's the nightmares. Let her battle the internal riot.

Hush don't wake her, there is no longer any need.
Hush don't wake her, now she must take the lead.
Hush don't wake her, yes we have shown her this ledge.
Hush don't wake her, but, you see, she must be the one to walk over the edge.

My determination, my resolve.
They have both all but disintegrated. It seems that it is always the case when I need them the most this when they dissolve.

If these attributes were physical masses that could crumble similar to dust or powder.
I get the feeling that I would somehow accumulate more each time I screamed, louder and louder.

People always tell me to stay calm, think twice.
And please believe me when I say that I do listen to their advice.
Being this confused and disorientated all the time is far from nice.

I am perplexed with myself.
Maybe next they will begin to assess or evaluate my mental health.

HaHa, I can see it now. It will most likely start with the obvious  and yet highly irritating question; "How do you feel?"
My automatic and by my normal standards extremely undignified reply; "Pfft! Are you for real?"
Then at the end of that rather hostile, exchange. Up shoots a wall.
And I can not for the life of me, see how people consider this an effective way to heal.
I have never imagined feeling that small.

Case and point: Nobody can or will understand.
Because? They can never know my experiences firsthand.

So, in conclusion I will now and forever remain an enigma.
To some people perhaps I am the personification of the stigma.

Can't
Understand
This

You hurt her? Well then you have also hurt me.
Were you even aware of the damage that you caused? Its extent? Its degree?

You were supposed to love her! Caress her with your every touch!
But in fact your actions differed, very much!

I do not know you personally and you know what?! I do not wish to either.
I see you as nothing more than a sorry excuse for a human being, you pathetic mouth breather.

Does she forgive?
It would not surprise me if the answer to this question is yes.
But with the horrific memories she has to live.
Do negative feelings directed towards herself still lie within? To this day are you prolonging her sense of distress?
You can only surmise and guess.

Lucky for you, she does not seem to be the type to hold a grudge.
Maybe she would prefer to just let God be the one who must judge.

What gives you the right to emotionally abuse?
To deliberately mislead and confuse?

You purposely belittle and outwit!
You draw them in. Then when you've had your fill. Callously, out you spit!
Sharp words paired with throwaway looks, a simple but effective weapons kit.

Firing at will.
Oblivious to the fact you are the final straw. Leading them to take the blue pill.

All thoughts, a blur.
A string of words, a nonsensical slur.

Nothing is straightforward or simple.
Because all I keep seeing are those deep blue orbs, oh and that gorgeous dimple.

I miss you more and more each day.
I miss how you would just lean against my door and then announce your presence with a soft: "Hey."

I miss waking up in your secure hold.
Sheltering me from the cold.

I miss the many ways in which you could make me giggle.
Especially that silly eyebrow wiggle.

I miss our late night convocations.
These usually included you smiling and laughing at my long-winded explanations.

I miss watching you think.
Being apart, it just makes my heart want to sink
I can't stop re-reading the first note that you wrote, my fingertip tracing the dried pen link.

It reads: Hi I'm Lindsay,
              I'm in 26B.
              If you ever need something or just want to talk, please   
              come and find me. ***

I hate this state of unwanted separation.
It makes me feel so helpless. My current and on-going mood; desperation.

Yourdestiny. Choose it.
Your** voice. Use it.
Your mind. Feel free to lose it.

I've been driving myself mad for years. Hearing these voices burns me with pure a panic, it sears.

I scream until I can't anymore
My unanswered pleas coming out broken and raw.

From my polluted mind I yearn to run.
I'm so very close to swallowing the barrel of my metaphorical gun.

Muted.
Tongue tied.
That was a clear fact, couldn't be disputed.
To make her voice heard. Countless times she'd tried.
So from now on, a new tactic she has applied.
Head hung low, as she walks in silent stride.
Emotional shutdown: access denied.

Fragile
And
Delicate
End

Freedom is the trophy that many attempt to acquire.

The biggest quest along their lives' path.
Along the way, they give in to temptation, sin and desire.

They must face The Devils' wrath.
"Ye shall dance in my fire!"

I shouldn't still feel this way. Too much time has passed but my emotions do not lie.
People have said: "Forget her."
It's repeated time after time.
But she remains and I can't understand why.

I just can't seem to say: "Goodbye."

I know not.
Reasons why, long since forgot.
Let myself fester: rot.

Self-medicate.
I am full to the brim.
Hate.
When shall I draw my last breath? That's the debate.
My chances of receiving an answer? Very slim.

Too cowardly to end it at a time of my own choosing; on a whim.

So yeah uhm hi.
I don’t know why I suddenly feel this shy….
‘Kay lemme give this a try.
 
Usually my words come easily to me.
Quick, fast and free.
But today they have chosen to disperse.
And their timing couldn't have been worse.
 
How can I begin?
With your little cute baby-like chin?
Or your sinfully hot **** voice?
Miss Callaghan, you are presenting me with a very difficult choice.
 
When your blue eyes meet my green……
Well heck I think that they are the most beautiful pair I have ever seen.
 
Every time that you speak.
I just wanna giggle and squeak.
Just one magical look in my direction and my knees go weak.
 
When I’m tearful you instantly wrap me up in your insanely strong arms.
And every so softly start stroking slow soothing circles on my back with your palms.

Your heartbeat.
I could listen to on repeat.
Come rain, shine or sleet.

You’re here? You’re here? Please, I need you near.

Between us distance should not exist.
That would be way too much of a risk.
Your hands travel the circumference of my face.
As you endeavour to memorize every last trace.

Your left index finger.
It stops to linger.
It’s destination?....
My bottom lip.
While your right hand gently ends its trip.
Finding its place, tenderly resting on my hip.

You slowly move your face closer to mine.
It takes all of my strength not to release what I feel can only be described as a pleading whine.

As our lips finally meet.
It is slow. It is delicate. It is sweet.
With this one kiss, I've been completely swept off of my feet.

As the connection is broken.
It feels like an eternity before any words are spoken.
Well there were no words per say. Just quiet mumbles of laughter.
And the wide smiles spread across our faces soon after.
Then I feel myself being pulled into a huge hug.
I bet that there are very few people that know that you can be a complete soft lug.

Every tiny little interaction.
Only assists in strengthening my seemingly ever-growing attraction.

You are my day, you are my night.
Everything with you just feels one hundred per cent right.

Now that I think my feelings towards you have been made clear.
The question ask you here, I ask without fear.

With these last thee lines, my poem reaches it's end.
Lindsay Rebecca Callaghan will you please do me the greatest honour of becoming my girlfriend??

Tear me down.
Push me low and watch me drown.  

Amusement as you watch me struggle and gasp.
Your enjoyment is on full display, topped off with your evil rasp.

Once all is done and your ownership is re-certified. You kiss me softly, your gestures now tender.
Each time I'm still terrified but, hearing those two words is reason enough to surrender.

Regret.
The last words uttered were ones of hatred and disgust.
Our once solid foundation rotted with lies and mistrust.
Oh, the things I would have said to you, if only I could have foreseen that last nights' was to be your last sunset.

We had a wild ride.
With a few stumbles as we went.
Mostly due to my strong opinions and your pride.
I'll always remember you by one single line: "You're right, rules aren't meant to be broken, just bent."

Sleep tight.
As I gaze up at the sky tonight.
Let your star glow bright.

I have very little desire to live.
I cannot sustain my grip.
It seems that my life is slipping away from me. As easily as water pouring through a sieve.
Drip, drip, drip.

Sip after sip, they all take their drink.
Does it quench their thirst?
Seeing me at my worst?
Watching my self-esteem shrink?

People seem to think that I am attached to a bungee jumping cord.
And for those of you who wish to, you can put this on record.

They say: "She's strong, she'll bounce back."
But I would disagree.
My 'cord' must be losing its elasticity.
I've lost all of my momentum. The rope has gone completely slack.

So, here I dangle.
Life doesn't look great from this angle.

I am laying on my bed trying to blink away tears.
While you are probably out at some house party sinking numerous beers.

I should hate you.
But what good will that do?

Watching people fall apart.
Repeatedly breaking someones' heart.

I am a fool.
You used my trust as your primary tool.

I asked you why.
In response? A harsh laugh that was also dry.
Followed by a shrug. You chose then to be honest? It would have been kinder for you to lie.

I have always hoped to find the good inside.
But because of you that wish has died.
Have you committed emotional homicide?

I am dead.
Your satisfaction is complete.
Your manipulation classification? Elite.
You have shown no remorse for what you did or said.
This is it. I cannot go on. I give up  I admit defeat. 

I have been destroyed.
Cruel tactics were deployed. 
My downfall you have openly enjoyed.

So you go ahead and make a toast.
But no matter how hard you try to forget, I am now and will forever be your ghost.

The mind can be devious.
Sometimes far worse than just being plain mischievous.

Heart racing, thoughts chasing, fast pacing.
Back and forth, up and down.
From a smile to a frown.

Feeling everything – HYPERSENSITIVE!!!
Every step you take is super tentative.

Scream, shout and cry,
You can’t stop it no matter how hard you try.

“PLEASE STOP I…I...CAN’T BREATHE!!”
You managed to stutter out even though your chest did so heave.
Eyes pressed up against an already tear- soaked sleeve.

Curled up in a tight ball.
Facing a blank wall.

Knuckles white.
An external show of the internal fight.

The monster inside is dying to be let loose,
Ready and waiting to send you straight to the nearest noose.

All your muscles tense.
Your body is in a constant state of suspense.

You hear a loud knock.
Followed the unmistakable twisting of a key in the door lock  
Instinctive your head snaps up to the clock.

You turn your eyes skyward as sign of gratitude.
Knowing the physician on the other side can subside your minds’ hellishly destructive attitude.

And one simple push of that magical plunger.

You slowly start to slip into a world of unconscious wonder.
No more internal storms. lightning or thunder.

The doctor enters with a small smile.
Knowing that his next actions will bring you relief, even if it’s just for a while.

“Thank y-you.”
“Shhh…S’okay it’s what I do.”

Happiness is what they all seek.
Week after week.

But not me, no.
I carry happiness with me, everywhere I go.

The ones that I love, I keep in my back pocket.
Well, except when my cell is hooked up to its charger via the wall socket.

So while they continue on their recurring quest.
My happiness spreads through me, warmth filling the ***** that lives in my chest

Hope.
We all need this. For many it seems to be the only way that they can cope.

It pushes us through the dark, helps us to see the light.
It coddles us when we are scared at night.
It is the beacon that we are always aiming for, big and bright. 

Sometimes you may feel that it is shrinking, this is only a natural way of thinking.
But the thing you must try to keep in mind is that so is a renewable source.
An unstoppable force.

It will continually regrow.
You may ask me how but my answer is always simple: "I do not know."

It's just a feeling.
That aids human healing.
It is the medicine that I find most appealing.

The darkened sky has 1 million eyes.
 It knows the whats, the hows the whens, and the whys.

Down beneath, cruel deceit and lies.
 So remember to rise above, the truth never dies.

What I said.
That should’ve stayed in my head.

If I'm completely honest I am angry but definitely not with you.
I'm so lost; I just don’t know what the hell I'm supposed to do.

I can’t stand this lack of control.

He’s constantly there; circling in my head. Watching me.
He’s never gonna stop. I know that I’ll never be free.
No matter how much or how loud I plea.

I’ve never known a pain that hurts so greatly.

The internal pressure is always increasing.
Instead of ceasing.

I pray for forgiveness every single day.
With the hope that one day I’ll no longer have to pay.

I did exactly what I was told.
I so desperately want to be released from his never-ending choke hold.
I used to be so cheerful. Now I'm just ridiculously fearful.
I now feel nothing; numb. Cold.
Dead at 16 years old.

Speak not child, hold your tongue.
This is often how my nights begun.
The injuries? Well, they varied. Depending on what had transpired. A sprained wrist? A broken arm? A bruised lung?

Fight back? I sure as hell did try. But sooner or later my body would succumb. 
That night my pain receptors and nerve endings must have shut down. I then felt nothing; numb.

At first it felt like a Godsend.
I thought foolishly, that everything would stop. That from that moment on I would not have to pretend.
But alas it is yet to come to an end.
My emotional wounds still have not been able to mend.

Oh I am so desperately alone.
I want more than anything else in the whole wide world for my pain, anguish and confusion to be known.
I am so very tired. I greatly doubt that I will be able to continue this fight on my own.

I cannot take another second. None.
I must run.

And take my final leap.
Landing in a heap.
At last I can peacefully sleep

Black
Little
Anomalies
Now
Known

Kiss me slow, kiss me deep
Kiss me until we fall asleep.
Your kiss, it encases so much passion it makes me weep.

Being with you, it is indescribable; impossible to put into words.
It is indeed far sweeter than the song of the birds.

It is my safety, it is my haven.
And you? You are my black haired raven.

You are to me, the sole embodiment of strength, of power.
You are always there, by my side hour after hour.

I am continually in awe.
Always needing more.

To be forever held within your clutches.
Even if it is just the smallest of touches.

Continuous physical contact that is what I crave.
When there is distance between us, I can still hear your voice, it tells me; "Be strong, I know you are incredibly brave."

You have shown me unwavering support and belief.
You have been there through a lot of my heartache, my grief.
To know that you are and always will be my constant, that is a tremendous relief.

She.
Told.
One.
Person.
_________

They promised to keep their lips sealed.
Somehow her secret was still revealed.
________

The hallway divides.
People starring, lining both sides.
*No! No! No!*
She needs to move, to disappear, to leave, she's screaming to herself: *Go! Go! Go!*
________

***** ****, **** ****, ****....They know! They know! They know!*
She's crying now, her tears are set to full flow.
_________

'You're only as sick as the secrets you keep.' Yeah, that rings a bell.
You're only as sick as the secrets you tell.
Now that one applies as well.

Two teens, truly smitten.
Within minutes of realizing that they did indeed harbour mutual feeling. So cruelly bitten.
We're both goners! They did assume.
Two futures predetermined, written.

At the time neither knew that Ellie was immune.
In forty-eight hours, Riley's body the virus would fully consume.

Sitting here alone.
Well, except for the continuous ringing of my cell phone.
I don't want to hear you whine or moan.

It hurts me too y'know?
One of hardest things that we have to do is learn when to let go.

Our time has gone, yes this is true.
There is simply nothing more you or I can do.

While at times we had a blast.
We didn't make it last.
But the past is the past.

Your texts say that you wanna stop by.
Just to say "Hi."
Now we both know that's a lie.
You start analyzing everything, "If....But...Babe.....Why?"

"NO! NO! NO! Please will you just stop?!"
I scream then to my knees I do drop.

You stand stock still.
As realization hits, the air develops a deathly chill.

If looks could ****. I'd be dead.
With a decapitated head.

Then you just walk away.
Escaping the fray.

And yet I hope we become friends again one day.

I just allow the ink to leak.
Do you comprehend how loud silence can speak?

Let readers think and digest.
None shall win, nor will they lose.
Everyone will wear their own bruise.
This isn't a competition, herein there's no contest.
They must listen to their internal beat.
Let their conscience changed the direction of their feet.

The path is theirs to stroll.
It is only when one is at peace that they can seize control.
But until that day their demons will continue to scream and patrol.

Love can be kind.
Love can be blind.
Love can sneak up on you, catching you from behind.
Love often begins it's life as a collection of images and thoughts that flirt within the human mind.

Love can be big. It can be small.
Love can make you feel ten feet tall.
To others love can sometimes appear to be invisible. Nothing between the duo at all.

Love can be full of hurt and pain.
Leaving one or even both parties with horrible sensations some similar to being hit by a train.

Love for some is seen as a game.
Playing with people's hearts fills them with joy.
Not a shred of shame.
Treating you like a rag doll toy.

Love can be soft.
Making you feel as if you are being held aloft.
Like the well known fictitious lion cub
Or that you are a member of a very exclusive club.

Love can be tough.
The journey can be rough.
At some point you may find yourself asking, "I'm am doing enough?"

Love can be so many things.
But there is one thing I know for certain, love will always pluck our heart strings.

True love and beauty can rarely be fully expressed.
This point I believe, must be stressed.

How can one put such purity into words? I shall try my very best.

The aching inside of my heart which she is responsible for.
I want it, more and more.

This pain, I need it. I never thought it'd feel this good to be this?...Sore.

I am struck your powerful gaze.
It is alight; a roaring blaze.

Passion, hunger, and want these are the reasons behind the flame.
You swoop me up into your arms so quickly that I am unable to calm my still shaking frame.
For these tremors you are the cause.
But who I am to place blame?
I am instead silently, in my head, giving you a furious round of applause.
Everything is moving so fast.
But I know, deep within my chaotically beating heart, the impact of this moment will forever last.

Hot open mouthed kisses, you place down my neck, in a sloppy trail.
At a painstaking slow pace. One that I can only liken to a snail. 

My skin is on fire. 
But this is much more than pure desire. 
Or lust.
The driving force behind this is the element of trust.
Some may believe me, others may not but I believe that the key component of our relationship will never rust.

"I am yours and you are mine."
With that statement continually being reinforced, all clothing has been removed allowing us to now gently recline.....
Simply divine.
The dance that allows feelings to collide as limbs intertwine.

Behind my eyes, I can picture shooting stars.
"Come on baby, sing me a few bars?"

I try my best to honour your request.

But all that I can muster is a powerful but equally as pleasurable scream......
I snap open my eyes. Just a dream?
At first thought it did seem so.
Then I feel you beside me, closely you lean, "Hello."
You ever so quietly greet.
Your hand moves slowly lower to where I am radiating quite a lot of heat.
Your technique is haphazard and frantic, anything but discreet.

You pick up speed.
Making me whimper with need.

The pressure rises within my blood.
My pleasure reaches its peak, triggering a flood.
While I'm still coming down from my high.
You run a finger along the inside of my right thigh.
I buck my hips.
As your lubricated finger ends up being housed betwen your lips.
"Mmm........Finger licking good." You whisper while at the same time tweaking my overly stimulated bud.
I shudder as you start to once again, make my heart thud.
You are my Love Stud.