Listen

I'm so tired of silence.
It surrounds me.
It's in the words coming from the television, the voices coming through the radio. It's in the chatter around us, in the laughter from others.
It's deafening.
Silence.
It's in every word we say.
Every word we don't.

I need words.
Big words, small words. Ten dollar ones and ten cent ones.
Loud ones, quiet ones.
Honest ones.

I need jacked up, lust filled, cum soaked fuck me words.
Tell me what you want to do to me. Tell me what you want me to do - what I have to do.
Tell me how you want your cock to fill my cunt, letting the hard c's soften and melt me.

Order me, like I’m paid for.
Tell me what to do to you. What to do for you.
To open wide, to suck your balls, to spread my legs.
To cum.

Hear my moans, my whimpers.
My cries, my sighs as you take what you own,
what you’ve demanded from my body.
What’s owed to yours.

Whisper endearments to me.
Call me baby. Call me honey. Call me whore.
Quote to me Shakespeare, or Dylan, or even Rage.
Anything to let me know where I stand in your world,
in your life.
In your bed.

Stop living in silence.

©2011
Edited ©2018


"One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can't utter."
-James Earl Jones