visualize

Sweet, the flavor
of licking whipped cream
from the tip of your cock

Sweet, the stranger
whom I wish I’d never met
but is the ideation of what I want

It’s untenable, the mourning of
of what could have been
I can’t stand knowing you’re
out there, but not mine

Sweet, the familiarity
I don’t know me without
a thirst I can’t quench