I dream and am dreaming.

        I dream of his lips
        and hands.

        His mouth, his words
        but he's not saying and I haven't heard.

        Last night, he jacked off
        in the bathroom,

        undisturbed.

        If his firmness is a resolution
        behind a private door

        I wonder if he'd understand
        when I wake

        my thighs are sticky
        wet with his sperm.

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