I hide you under my desk,
in my head, on my phone.
Hide my reaction to you
in my pants, under my zipper,
belted tight. At night, or alone
in my shop or in the middle
of a Friday off work, I let you out.
Sigh audibly because it feels
so fucking good
to not hide you always.
Find me. Say my name and tell me
you’re close. I’m close too.
Call out for me. I’m right there
now
cumming.