I wondered a lot

I had you
pinned.
I had you
broken.
I had you
breathless.
I had you
begging for me.

And then I heard
seagulls.

I wondered if
someone else
overheard you
call out my name.

I wondered if
you got weak in the knees.

I wondered
a lot of things.

Mostly,
I wondered
about the seagulls.

I thought about
fucking you.

Decided that
the seagulls
could be a kinky thing.

Decided not
to ask you about it,
in case it was embarrassing.

So long as you
don’t expect me to
peck at the red spot;
we’ll be fine.

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