Beginning at the Ending of Love

His eyes were new to me and glistened  
With a tender hope that I couldn't return.  
He watched my face, searching as I knelt,  
Lost in a sea of regret but longing for human touch.  

His hand on my bare shoulders reminded me  
Of other men. A flush of shame warmed my cheeks  
As I thought of this man’s wife.  

The weight of my hands betrayed the fatigue  
From fifteen years of holding together a marriage that
Died despite my desperate grip.  

I lowered my head, inhaling deeply,
Trying to steady the relentless drumming inside my chest.  
I lifted my gaze to meet his, my movements deliberate  
In response to my hunger and wish for his happiness.

As I pressed my lips against his cock, I heard his breath tremble,
A mirror to the quiver in my own spirit.  
My tongue traced the contours of his hardened shaft
That pierced the space between us.
As I placed him in my mouth, I bid a silent
farewell to a love once fiercely held.  

The night stretched before us, its path clear,  
And we took each other in all of the ways possible.