She sits
on my leg, her thighs tight against me as if I was a horse.
She
talks to Pauly as she moves forward and then back, then forward again.
She
doesn’t let on that she feels me react, as the seam of her genes presses against
my manhood.
I am
almost ready to explode.
This is
not fair, nor is it supposed to be.
She
doesn’t even talk to me, just moves forward and back, speaking only to Pauly
who seems not to see what is going on.
I want
to rip her jeans off and plunge deep into her. But I’m scared she might stop.
I am the
lantern she rubs until the genie appears, and I would grant her any wish if
only she would grant one wish for me.
I die
inside each time I see her and with every touch she gives, yet I have never
kissed her, except only in my mind.
And a
times like this, between the movement forward and back, I want more than a
kiss,
But she
keeps on moving, back and forward, back and forward, until I release, and then,
I hear her sigh.
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