Grinding, touching, feeling, moving
Faster, slower, harder shushing
Be quiet, don't bite
I’m trying with all my might
What makes this right?
These are the noises of the night
Bite at my lip, rip at your back
Please oh please cut me some slack
Blood trickles down,
I let out a scream
And suddenly you seem
So monstrous so scary and mean
And now I hope this is just a dream
What makes this right?
These are the noises of the night
But as you move faster the feeling escalates
Natural endorphins getting us high just like our heart rates.
More blood spills and we get faster and I want more
Our sweat acting like an unwritten water ballet on your bathroom floor
What makes this right?
These are the noises of the night
Legs entangle and lips they moisten
As we slow down, I can listen
To your heart beating, like my best friends
And then it all comes to an end
Grinding, touching, feeling, moving
Faster, slower, harder, shushing
What makes this right?
These are of course the noises of the night
Author notes
Yeah....I don't know the few people who have read have thought it was sex or rape. Personally, I don't even know what it is, this is an act of insanity and caffinated induce insomnia
A consented act becoming forced?
-Rita
Written April 17th, 2006
A contest entry
- round contest #1 by serenity silvermoon.
600 points, ended March 26, 2008, 25 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Thank you very much <3
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WOW , Rough night! Nicely expressed..I like the repeat at the end...I hate it when you can't sleep...but different words and ideas seem to come out then...thanks for sharing
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