dream first

she told me to
go fuck myself
but managed
to say it
in cursive.

so as i walked away
there was still
a part of me
that wondered
what her lips
taste like
when she has sat
at the edge
of orgasm
for half an hour
every cell screaming
for the release
that builds behind
the dam
my finger erects
in the simple
act of pausing.

the tone
of her cursive
the same image
will keep her up

we will see
who dreams

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