Deeper

I like to believe
you could step out of the place
where you aren’t real,
into the place that is.
I like to believe
you would take my hand
and burn me on purpose.
I like to think
you’d make a handprint of fire.
I like to think
your kisses would sear.
I like to think
your cock would stun me
and leave me breathless.
I want you in me,
deeper
than my imagination can reach.

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