When we make love
It feels good
We moan and sigh
Yet
There is a silence
That grips the throat
Dry and gritty
Like a mouth full of sand.
I struggle to breath
Choking the words
That can’t be spoken, afraid
In knowing
You make love to me
Because….
Annabel Cruz
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-feels-good-3/
