Your cock aches
to fit into me.
You hold it in your fist;
make me take it.
I tell you all about
how much I loved it,
all about our last
visit,
all about our last
bit of play,
on your commute into the city.
Hang up;
watch our videos;
lock yourself in your sleeper.
Brace yourself against the door.
Grit your teeth.
Come,
growling my name.
Better there,
lonely without me,
than between her legs,
still calling my name.
