I’ve never had friends,
…hiding, jilling, watching her, whispering her name
or lovers either.
…rimming a passing jogger’s rose, making her cum
I’m too cowardly for that.
…tied to a bed, begging to be she-cocked hard
Real people frighten me.
…meeting another lonely hiker, tasting her cunt beside a mountain creek
I take solace in waking dreams instead,
…panties pulled aside, a salesgirl stroking my clit
finding fulfillment with my fingertips.
…her muscled arm pushing me into a bathroom stall
I don’t watch porn, though.
…a wife’s guarded look that says I want you, too
Imagination is all I need.
