i need some sugar in my bowl.

in this very chair,
window open,
sound of
crickets
outside,
a slight breeze from the ceiling fan...
me having conversations with you.

jeans unbuttoned,
fingers searching,
slow
soft,
until i’m dripping
wet.

i bite
my lip,
breath
hot,
quick.

i keep closing my eyes to see
your face,
to feel
your hand
down
my pants,
getting me
off,
until i came.

and then i came again.