A thought late at night keeps me awake, so here I came to upload my shame:

You are my favorite fantasy,

And, my worst nightmare.

You’re a flame I love to fuck with,

But, I feel the burn  of you.

I can never look. I can never touch.

Some nights the yearn slow crawls

Between my legs, through my core hole,

Stirring tickles into the story of my soul.

Left alone, I wonder if you’re full

Or like me separate from fulfilled…