My body undulates to the thumping of my
pink-coloured vibrator as it reaches the inner
recesses of my blushing nether ye. You see,
there’s a different story down there
in every lace, every embrace.
I come in the bathroom as he lies in our
bed, reading yet another book that I
recommended in my blog this week.
I come, I gasp, I almost shout, he smiles.
We don’t have sex, b u t b u t b u t
he smiles to himself every time I come,
every time I gasp. Mutual happiness, mutual
pleasure. He cares for me, cares so much.
I return to his arms: we hug, we kiss.
His hand moves my body closer to his.
I am lying on him now, head on his chest.
We read the remaining fifty-three pages
together. This is our bliss.
Author: Mridula
Author Bio: Mridula is a research scholar and a poet. She enjoys reading feminist non-fiction and postcolonial writing.
Author Notes: My poem explores masturbation, asexuality, and happiness by using the backdrop of a relationship.
