AM and PM

Some mornings

I can commit to the fantasy

Of you straddling me

And me reaching behind you

To pull your hair

As I bite your neck


On those mornings

I lie on my back

My pillow is your torso

My hand is your hand

And your mouth

And your pussy


The evenings

They are different

I stare at strangers on a screen

Whose movements are familiar

I want them to distract me

From now


But on those evenings

The strangers betray me

Their gasps and moans tell the story

Of what you might be doing

With someone else

Right now





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