NaPoWriMo Poem 16
Enjoy the Silence
Her confidant encouraged her
to speak out.
She listened attentively,
while she poured herself away.
Voice of concern,
raising awareness,
announcing the details of what was to come;
revealing the feelings festered under the wound.
The voice had shattered the whole world,
the curse has been lifted;
let the healing begin,
what once was used to destroy, shall now be used to heal.
Kind words,
words of wisdom,
words of guidance,
they uplifted her;
she felt radiant.
Her confidante always by her side listening.
Her Cricket to Pinocchio,
her White Rabbit to Alice,
her Faust to Goethe,
the light in the darkness.
Late night house call,
followed by transmutation of sensations
under exposed conversation
conveying the palpable raw.
Lay down,
she will see,
let her see,
show her what you mean;
even if it's ugly
you need to know.
She will be honest,
she will tell you the truth that no else wanted.
Lay down on your waist wrapped dress,
lift your knees up and slide down to the bottom edge of the bed.
Set up comfortably and tell her to come in;
she sits face to face facing you.
The skirt is lifted up,
sliding softly down her thighs,
her eyes closed,
feeling the fabric touch her face.
The confidante viewed the view,
appreciated it after a whisk of breath;
taking it all in,
examining her inwards carefully.
Her time is taken up,
she gets closer to the top,
she wants to see clearly;
she wants to know everything.
The confidante smiles,
her face is breathing between her legs.
She can feel the warmness
and wetness begins to appear
the confidante wants to moan and takes all the smells inside
Under one deep inhalation she steps back
open your eyes she says,
everything looks fine,
your pussy is beautiful.
She relaxes and covers herself again;
is interrupted by the confidante
who gently lays her back
and decisively devours her pussy just right.
Enjoy the Silence
Her confidant encouraged her
to speak out.
She listened attentively,
while she poured herself away.
Voice of concern,
raising awareness,
announcing the details of what was to come;
revealing the feelings festered under the wound.
The voice had shattered the whole world,
the curse has been lifted;
let the healing begin,
what once was used to destroy, shall now be used to heal.
Kind words,
words of wisdom,
words of guidance,
they uplifted her;
she felt radiant.
Her confidante always by her side listening.
Her Cricket to Pinocchio,
her White Rabbit to Alice,
her Faust to Goethe,
the light in the darkness.
Late night house call,
followed by transmutation of sensations
under exposed conversation
conveying the palpable raw.
Lay down,
she will see,
let her see,
show her what you mean;
even if it's ugly
you need to know.
She will be honest,
she will tell you the truth that no else wanted.
Lay down on your waist wrapped dress,
lift your knees up and slide down to the bottom edge of the bed.
Set up comfortably and tell her to come in;
she sits face to face facing you.
The skirt is lifted up,
sliding softly down her thighs,
her eyes closed,
feeling the fabric touch her face.
The confidante viewed the view,
appreciated it after a whisk of breath;
taking it all in,
examining her inwards carefully.
Her time is taken up,
she gets closer to the top,
she wants to see clearly;
she wants to know everything.
The confidante smiles,
her face is breathing between her legs.
She can feel the warmness
and wetness begins to appear
the confidante wants to moan and takes all the smells inside
Under one deep inhalation she steps back
open your eyes she says,
everything looks fine,
your pussy is beautiful.
She relaxes and covers herself again;
is interrupted by the confidante
who gently lays her back
and decisively devours her pussy just right.
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