Howling at the Moon

Last night
wrapped within the warmth of your arms
forgetting that there were others around
my moans became a wailing tune
as you made me howl to the moon.
Twisting and turning
sheets entangled with legs
mouths reaching
senses bleeding
as we became one.
Lost
our moans filled the house
forgetting how thin the walls can be
let’s just say
this morning with red face
I felt so awkward
as everyone pretended they had heard nothing.
Photo by Matthew Kane on Unsplash

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

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