Lingering

The damp patch on the bed sheet is the last of my dream. A love heart from between my legs. I trace my fingers around it, wishing you were mixed in. My partner wakes, showers, returns. Fingers glide through my hair. We fuck. He comes. I don’t. He dresses, kisses, leaves. I wish you were between my legs. Finally, you make me come.

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