a failed attempt at flattery

you know,
i think about you
when i jack off
at night.

i don’t want to freak
you out or anything,
but i think about
you slipping your
hand down the
front of your
pants and
rubbing your
clitoral nub.

i think about you
wrapping your
lips around my
swollen cock and
blowing me like
an oboe.

i think about you
bending over
and grabbing your
ankles, waiting for me
to take you from
behind.

i think about you
a lot.

and you have very
pretty eyes.

 

-published in Babel Magazine