Day 5

having missed an evening of you
i've tossed and turned
like a night fritter
sizzling in a sleepless haze

having been such an object
strokeless for almost two nights
i rub and the jeanie of ache smiles and winks
i am whimpering even in whispers
leasning forward towards your photo
knowing the weekend brings your silence
im not sure panic is too soft a word

i am in heighted state of suffering now
brought on by soft breezes upon my nipples
quick turns that squeeze my jeans
and finger tips that involuntarily meet touchpoints
like a nymph left on shore

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