Monday, 10 October 2011

'O' Face

He’d seen that ‘O’ face so many times, the
startled rictus, the
spastic scrabbling of her fingers, that
desperate curling of her toes, the
stifled swearwords, sweat,
snatched breaths, the sudden
rigidity, hips upturned, as
sperm splashed onto cervix, but it
wasn’t his sperm nor his
body within the cradle of her thighs and he
could only watch with

1 comment:

  1. A new perspective for him but I'm wondering what she is thinking...