Taken From The Novella WHY?
‘Cry out love.’ She screamed at me,
as appetite was sated endlessly.
All through the night she made her demands,
with me complying to the passionate commands.
This way, that way. I must take a rest.
Have a smoke, catch a breath.
‘Take your time,’ I enticingly said.
It was not the truth, but lies I bled.
I wanted away. I wanted space.
I had not entered into an erotic race.
I ached, my body wore weak.
I was in desperate need of sleep.
But not here, not in this bed.
There lay love and it filled me with dread.
I upped and left, and heard the screech.
As a cry of love sought my heart to reach.