Sometimes it’s hard for me to tell you what I want from you

The other morning, I woke up early and looked at the videos you sent to me, your hard cock lolling on your stomach in the half-light

I send you pictures of my body, I arrange my composition carefully, as though inserting a memory

And now I’m remembering the time you pushed me up against the shower wall, my palms flat against the tile...

There are so many things I’m only brave enough to tell you when we’re not together in person

When I tell you what I want you to do, I’m giving myself permission to want it

Isn’t the ultimate fantasy to be known without speaking?

When I sit with my mouth open I am thinking of what you do to me—I lay down, I close my eyes

When you touch me, my heart snaps open like a flag, like a window looking onto the sea

I told you today, my favorite phrase is responds pleasurably to stimulation—what I meant was that I am a hole for you

And I love you, I love you like the tangerine loves the finger that slides under the skin...

I’d like to ask you, over and over, until we get tired, until we fall asleep, what do you want me to do to you?