It was a conflict
An inner turmoil
As I took you into my mouth
I almost cried to feel your hands
Smoothing over my back and shoulders
Your voice soft as velvet
As you urged me on
My heart broke
Even as you reveled in your ecstasy
For the softness in your eyes
And the words that poured from your lips
Was exactly what I yearned for
What I dreamed of
But not this way
Not like this
Not with your seed spilling over my tongue
As you gasped with release
But even then
When I looked up at you
The way you looked back at me
Your flesh still swollen against my lips
I was the prettiest hooker
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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it almost seems to me as if you were sexually abused, the way you wrote this... even if it was consensual, it was not in your heart. you were used in a way that neither of you understood at the time. very sad, wistful sort of piece...
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I sense a slight hint of sadness here... as if you played the role of something you did not want to be. That's what made this an interesting read for me.
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