a lovely obligation

Posted on Monday, June 20, 2016

Though she knows he’s now asleep, she allows his hand to rest

on her left breast his fervent mouth sucking her nipple

with subconscious and primal vigor. She could part his lips and watch

his tongue rise and fall, then close and his head turn, then pause.

She could lower his palm to his side. She could separate herself,

widening the gap of the milk stained mattress.

But she remains still, like a doe, with a vacuous face in moonlight,

one that might appear as frightened, but that is merely in full concentration,

soaking up the secret pleasures of obligation,

an endless giving so many miss as they dream peacefully and alone.

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