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More in The Tax-man Cometh

watching

..

i see you naked
touching your breast
as you lay on the bed

the silence is your song
and i sing with you

the tips of the fingers
on your right hand
sidle down your right hip

your breath keeps rhythm
your mouth circles a finger
and slurps in with a pop

you think, i do not know you
but -- when my eyes are closed

I watch you
shudder

with me.

Tracey - on Apr. 20 2007
...hhhHHHAAAWt....

There's something wonderful about the second stanza -- a beautiful way of describing that private/universal act. In fact, I think this is infused with cool layers of voyeur-but-not-a-voyeur, fantasy-yet-reality paradoxes.

As it usually is, your writing wastes not a word and is not for want of a drop more.

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