The Intimate Stranger

I ask you
How you are.
But don’t
Answer me
I don’t want
The burden
Of knowing
It’s not that
I’m callous, I
Just don’t care
Gift me
The intimacy
Of your body
Let me
Explore its
By senses
Touch and smell
Don’t talk
Don’t tell
Words, weigh
Me down
Flagellating me
Flaccid with
Their sound
Be quiet
Let me rise
Hard and proud
And plough your
Spaces in silence
Spent, let me
Hold you
In the stillness
While our
Souls draw
Then leave my
Bed, not quite
A stranger, an
Intimate stranger

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