I bet you finger my name in your phone
just before you use them to probe
your own snug ache
I suspect you whimper my simple name
under your dreamy breath while in
your marital bed
And I imagine you're wet all day
whenever the odds favor encountering me
along the path of your tired routines
I suspect you’d rather die this instant
than to live a hundred years without tasting
the key parts of my body
I imagine you’d eat my wife all night
so long as it earned you the right to me
penetrating you, come morning
And I bet you would try stealing her man,
even if all you set out to do in the beginning
was borrow him for a little while
I imagine you’ve started feeling old,
and rightly assume I could return
that lost vitality
I bet your outfits now need more time;
that you’ve begun taking pains to be seen
like bedroom eyes at the front of my mind
And I suspect you’re running out of the will
to keep yourself from saying that you’re ready
to give me everything she both does and won’t
You see, I know the look of a boiling point
And you… are almost screaming steam
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