Precise, Practiced and Knowing

She grunts and strains

As I drum through her,

Giving the roughened caresses –

Precise, practiced, knowing –

She nightly learns;

The endearments mingle with

The curses and sighs,

No flowers, no alibis,

My eyes take her form –

Precise, practiced, knowing –

And I know she learns;

No sound erupts from her

Not even in her afterglow

Of our nightly trysts,

She blinks away the last lines

Of electric lights –

Precise, practiced, knowing –

To the next moonrise.

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About kyogakura
Bored 95% of the time.

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