Truth Hurts

08b6cd9be8637d31073386666c4e6c82
Pinterest image

I know not what you think as your breath skims my cheek. Your words are weighted heavily with sentiment I desire, but the expression I see in your eyes falls flat, seemingly compromised. Your body responds to my touch and my breasts as if I were your only sustenance. I question whether the urgency I feel in your grasp is due to your hunger for me or only carnal need for release.   As we connect, flesh in flesh, I wait to hear my name exhaled in ecstasy but only silence prevails.  The physical may tether us together, but the truth of our emotional detachment rips us apart. 

©04/2019

 

2 Comments

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s