I Hide You

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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.

Published 1 year ago

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