by Alena Harris

Hands moving rapidly.
A grab here, a clench there.
Fingernails down the body.
Mouths pressed firmly against each other.
Slightly parted the tongue slips out.
A bite on the neck will later turn to a hickey.
Bodies pulled close together.
Trying to become closer.
Struggling to become one.
But enjoying the struggle.
Whispers in the ear.
Commands, wishes, demands, encouragement.
Soft sighs turn to moans and then loud screams.
The neighbors are envious.
They wonder what we are doing.
But I will never tell.

Question by Alena Harris

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