I can’t say

I’m not allowed to tell her what I want out loud. To put words to my desire. My craving. So I scream it in my head. With each thrust into her, “Let me come!” With my eyes, “PLEASE.”

She smiles back at me. 

I whimper. 

“What?”

I can say it now so I do.

“No you don’t. Thanks for the fuck, though. It was a good one.”