I WISH HE'D SAY

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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