In a whisper
An urgent orgasm passed her lips;
Pressed flatter
Than natural,
And through her throat posting itself;
Coating the roof
And floor
Of her mouth with the thoughts
That had brought it;
Spat passionately
Out of her grasp in unnatural sounds,
But none the less
Loud enough
For her breath to touch my face
A distance away,
And make
My own rage more forceful because
Of its importance.
Wretched it left me,
Longing for noise to take our statements
And shake the paper
From walls;
To make tiles fall from ceilings,
And express feelings
As raucously
As possible in the morning, afternoon
And evening.
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