Silence


The pleasure of looking
And knowing not to touch
Feels me with the greatest desire
I have ever known

Here we pose-

Me on the red linened bed
You, the carpeted floor
Staring-
We know not to smile

Break the silence, darling.
Let your voice be that electric caress
Speak of the moon and even the stars
I need not feel your heart to know it beats.

Only hear the blood pumping through.

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