The cries in the night April 25, 2015

When I hear the cry in the night, it takes a moment for me to realize it is my cry I hear, not here, though I wonder at what games she might play in the invisibility  of her private world, and if these different from those I imagine she might play, she once posting on an online dating site she’d be open to a lot, even documenting it on video, and now, I wonder if she ever did, and what her cries sound like in the privacy of her personal dungeon or are these the cries of her latest lover, tied down and used, o the other way around, this sense of trust needed to find the intense pleasure, the cry that lays claim he or she has hit the right place, the most vulnerable, full of potential for pleasure and at the same time pain, the cry in the night I hear and wish it hers, always wishing for more than is permitted me.

 

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