Nothing I Can Picture

Nothing I Can Picture

there is nothing i can picture
as clearly as
you going down on her
her easy orgasm
your satisfied slide
into her
to come yourself

her clean body
smooth skin
long hair
loosened
while you had sex

your happiness:
that someone like her
would do it with you

that you could think about me
noticing the differences
in our reactions
her leg stubble

that you could share love
with many people
no limits on your friendship
that one person would love you first
that you would never be alone

there is nothing i can picture
as strongly as
you making someone else come
to force myself to