as i think upon you...

imagining your slumber
and a slow awake
perhaps next to your boy
how lucky he is to be so near those curves
upside down whispering heels
drunk on the floor remembering last night
the wake of warmed loins
still swollen from use

you stir a satiated turn
and shove your boy toy from his restless self
to fetch coffee for your weary eyes
taking in the mist of dawn effused with the echo of an electric night

as you contemplate your roar for the day
your distant slave dreams of you
a silent, quiet suffering
toiling ideas into the vast openness
of forget
locked away
teeming with desire right on the edge of lechery