The Whisperer's Yell

By M. Jay Mansfield

She never blinks in public...
always that cruel stern glare...
Mysterious pain ...
seems to coat her everywhere....
But when she’s in private...
and she lets down her hair....
She finally softens...
She even smiles I’d swear....
Slowly she comes up to me..
Like a creeping death...
with the softest touch ..
she whispers to me...

I like the soft touch...
I love the gentle caress....
I like the reward...
Of the gentle kiss....
she rambles on slowly..
Like a serpent's hiss...
She speaks softly...
Until she gets her wish...
and every word becomes a scream...
Once she gets her kiss

Every whisper's a battle cry...
Every moan ...
Another soldier dies...
Every gentle touch...
makes me want to cry...
barely a noise is made..
But the yells ring true...
Dropping every defense....
just to be close to you..
She’ll give in ...
If you can ignore the fact...
that even in submission....
She’s in total control ...
That every barrier broken...
Is just a new sweet wall...
That tomorrow her defenses...
Are gonna rub you raw...

But just tonight....
Hold her a little while...
Let her thoughts soften...
Listen to the whispers....
Drowning everything out...
Listen to the whispers...
as she lets it all drain out....
Listen to the screaming ..
in every low spoke word....
Listen to the screaming....
as the first quiet tears roll...

Just for tonight ...
hold the steel curtain in velvet arms...
Just for the moment...
You’re both where you belong....
when it’s over just whisper you love her....
But don’t hold her too long....
let the stillness between you...
as you slowly slip away....
and hear the screaming as you quietly pray....
hear the screaming...
with every breath she takes...