Your breathing

Your breathing was not hiding
what it was that you wanted
as I came in…
So I remained silent –
I was listening to responses
to my fingers
that you pulled to yourself.
As you were becoming hotter,
flaming in my palms,
I didn’t need anything else…
Your breathing told me everything.

Dragon, 2000-2010, translation

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