I watched her face in the mirror 
As I fingered her
It was pale

The waves of emotions she underwent 
As I planted kisses on her neck
While clutching her tresses
It was chaotic yet calm

She didn't moan 
But her eyes were cast away 
Her breathing laboured
I kept looking at her 
As she spilled her juices

I smeared it on her face 
So that she tasted 
My success.
©LR