awake later
than intended
and earlier
than desired
like you,
my thoughts push me
back and forth
until the dough
of my brain folds thin
and all that stems from the within
is flowing through the back of my neck
and down the arch of my back;
my mind is toying with your fiction
and my loins stir at the thought
of you,
flowing through me,
collapsing onto you
like waves pulled by the tide,
the breeze that circles my thighs
and the warm hands that grip me
towards reality;
i’m hooked to the idea
of one night
outside this realm,
can i sell you this piece of fiction,
would you buy my ride?