Lent — 15 min Poem — Day Seventeen

Last night I dreamed you put your arms around my waist

You pulled me in with no conditions, you loved me with no test,

You slipped your hand down and you touched me bluntly

More like talking than sex. Your words tugging me gently

There was no romance, no uncertainty, no ‘pretty’ lies,

Just fucking, and friendship spelled in clitoral prayer

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