Late Night Confessions

I admit it. I fucked up.

Caught between awake and dreaming, I thought I could control it.
I thought it would be easy since in the past, when the buzzer sounded, I always woke up.

But this time, I lay immobilized listening to the incessent screech threating me with ecstasy

Dreaming and remembering.

Smooth, heat, strokes, deeper, slower, building, power, touch.

I slipped, like my hands over his skin, all too easily.

My release after release after release was inevitable wishing it could happen again and again and again

And now the snooze no longer works and I plug back into a programmatic reality of my making

Awake from a brief dream that broke the space between real and imagination

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