I
found myself fantasizing about you.
You
must have been in on my secrets.
Must
have noticed the wanton knees' bend,
aching
arms arching towards the headboard.
And
it felt good to pretend I was yours.
To
feel your nerves quiver questions
you
already knew the answers to.
It
felt good to conjure something
that
real life detonated
in
the heat between my thighs,
in
the burning, wondering
within
my chest.
