He touches himself
and as I watch,
I understand that
he’s everything I’ve ever wanted,
and more.
He’s so innocently sexy.
He’s always new.
He’s still surprising me as our discourse…
as our intercourse
evolves.
He’s let me in at last
and I no longer have to watch from the window
or listen at the door.
He knows now that I revel in his pleasure,
that I long to see it repeatedly,
never stopping,
always loving this journey to his
gratification exhibition,
be it from across the room,
or deep down inside of me.
I can devour him now
with a glance,
with a look,
with my mouth drinking deep,
knowing he is satified
and will return satisfaction
if that’s what I’m craving.
I watch now.
I have an open invitation.
I am a solicited guest.
And now that I’ve been welcomed,
I never want this performance to end.
Written by Jason Wright
August 4, 2016
For A.L.S.
