quiet in here

it's quiet in here.
candles flicker,
and my fingertips quicken.
quivering and
tremulous.
I watch the wax drip
down the long, hard taper.

it's quiet in here.
no one is around,
the soft hum of the
machine in my hand,
the only thing
that can satiate
my lust.
It's more than
I can stand.

it's so quiet in here, baby.
and I think of you.
with every fleeting glimpse
in my mind,
my legs part,
just a bit more than before.
Wide open, exposed,
vulnerable and wet.

so quiet, baby.
so very quiet.
my breath comes fast,
just before I do.
my breasts rise and fall,
riding the waves of
this crazy, quiet moment.
putting my own hand,
over my open mouth
in order to
stifle the cry.

shhhh.
it's so quiet, baby.
my skin shivers,
my thighs tighten and
the dam explodes,
without a sound.
a crashing waterfall.
slick reservoir.
The candle wax drips and
so do I.

it's so quiet.
so sweetly quiet.
and I drown here,
alone.
fire extinguished,
flickers and dies.
I sit in the quiet,
waiting for a moment to pass
and the encore to begin.

©2007 by Cher Ladd-Tushiah

                                                                                                                                                                                               

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Cher Ladd-Tushiah (formerly Ladd-Vuolo) is a self-proclaimed goddess. Her work has been featured in Clean Sheets, Ophelia's Muse, Eros Noir and Passion Village. She was a featured writer in Latte Magazine and From Porn to Poetry: Clean Sheets Celebrates the Erotic Mind. She doesn't play nicely with others and is interested in world domination. She invites you to visit her Web Site.