The Surgeon - NaPo # 25

You told me not to be afraid
and your fingers felt my pressure.
You asked me to breathe easy
and you covered my mouth
with a mask of soft membrane.
You sucked hard and teased the inside.
I sucked back, seeking oxygen
but was dizzy from sedation instead.
Your hands moved on my breasts,
searching for heartbeats.
Nipples taut to attention at the touch
And your tongue shot an injection of ecstasy.
And my voice, barely a whisper, offered you my heart.
Please slice the knife in easy so it won’t hurt.
You promised.

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April 25, 2006
Sept 30, 2006