Are we even friends?

Are we even friends?
If I find, thrusting myself
thinking of your name,
and cascade again
to the fantasy of you.

Those eyes, those glances
it turns me on all the more,
to see you spread,
to know you intimately
to find your moles.

Are we even friends?
if I want, to share
to be deep inside
and to leak down your thigh.

—Ab.C.