When she brushed his hand aside, he had to think;
to search the heart, adrift in the body,
to find a way that would make things clear,
but all that came was a breath of air
,
and it carried with it some words,
spoken with resignation,
that spelled a plea:
“don’t make me beg”, he said.
Half a world away, a man rested beside a woman.
she looked up at him and brushed his hand
along her breast.
when it came to rest, at last
, along a thigh and probed between,
she brushed his hand aside, and breathed
a breath of air that said,
“don’t…”
a moment passed, maybe three.
“make me beg…”, she whispered.
20 September 2013
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 6:20 PM UTC
When she brushed his hand aside, he had to think;
to search the heart, adrift in the body,
to find a way that would make things clear,
but all that came was a breath of air
,
and it carried with it some words,
spoken with resignation,
that spelled a plea:
“don’t make me beg”, he said.
Half a world away, a man rested beside a woman.
she looked up at him and brushed his hand
along her breast.
when it came to rest, at last
, along a thigh and probed between,
she brushed his hand aside, and breathed
a breath of air that said,
“don’t…”
a moment passed, maybe three.
“make me beg…”, she whispered.
20 September 2013
A look at the difference a humble comma can make and ****** ******* in the complete absence of physical restraint.
read here by the author:
https://soundcloud.com/warmphase/dont-make-me-beg
