A Time To Break Down
Take care of what you hold now,
this pulsing mass you recognize as sex.
Listen intimately to soft noises in this room,
these clandestine whispers of you, owning me.
It is the urgent beat of my heart,
They are the cries of abandoned control
as it swells beyond my guard,
leaps into throat, slides across tongue,
slips from wet, swollen lips to land
mute, in the dry cup of your greedy hands.