home

i used to watch porn. Intermittent and usually blowjobs. (If that doesn’t tell you I’m a people pleaser, I’m not sure what else slaps the name-tag on.) These unidentified, insignificant dicks were probably in the back of a car or in some set of a kitchen where sinks don’t release water. Maybe fully outfitted with lube instead. the women were faceless with asses, clad.

i’d read porn. found stories that men told. the women i’d fuck myself to, fucked them until their vaginas got cold. 

the dick in my mouth isn’t anonymous, and our eye contact makes me wetter than anyone else’s. he maps my hips and i beg to be filled— to wrap him in my pelvic warmth. i am a home, and he stokes my handcrafted fireplace.