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Sigh of Relief

Black I bleed upon the page
Scrawls of worry, sadness, rage
I cannot loneliness endure
Emotions raw and insecure
So many nights I lie awake
Accounting all that lies at stake
Should I decide to tell the truth
For once and all unleash my youth
I hold myself at bay so long
Restrained by words and bits of song
Yet now I burn with fervent lust
Will I give in? I know I must
I long to see your smooth, pale skin
To touch your shoulders, face and chin
To draw the clothes from off your chest
Expose your soft and supple breast
If only I could taste your lips
Kiss your neck and stroke your hips
Conjoin our bodies close and warm
Accept your rain and give my storm
Reveal the moment’s mindless cries
The clench of teeth and tight-shut eyes
No space between us, out of breath
No thought of life or time or death
A sigh of relief when all is done
As passion fades like sinking sun
Awake alone, relive the lie
The blood has run, the ink is dry

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