Unspoken Pleasure

I can feel the tingling sensation

As the blood rushes to the

Pink-purple flesh between my thighs

My muscles contract and tighten

The feeling intensified

I grasp for something

Clutch my bed sheet, my breast

My legs tremble, hips buck

My back arches, head thrown back

But I do not make a sound

As many men think I might

I barely even breathe

My breath is held

When the feeling dissipates

My muscles relax

My heart pounds, my breath heavy

The flesh between my legs pulsates

I smile, at peace