Metronome

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The light fell through the blinds

Tracing illuminated lines across the bed.

“Are you ready?” he asked,

Running his hands down my arms,

For comfort,

For reassurance.

My eyes closed, lips began to tremble,

Knowing, aware of my capacity

To say no,

Had been misplaced

long ago.

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Then I heard the sound

Soft, firm, steady,

Tick, tick, tick, tick.

His hands moved

To the back of my dress

Unzipping my ego

And letting it fall to the floor.

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Tick tick, tick, tick.

Hot breath, on my neck,

I step back, losing my pride -

Catching myself in his arms.