dreams of consent

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slumber stirred by the smell of dry sawdust
and wood burned in the heat of sharp metal friction
drilled with rough hands.

don’t wake up as long fingers,
worn rough under fibers slide
splintered intrusions.

don't quicken that slow slumber breath as he pushes aside
the hair tucked behind your ear and whispers,

"don't you wake up" while hardness, still
restrained by dark denim, rubs rough against
pale skin, pastel satin panty.

don't move don't bite your
rushed lip with the metal zip
loose and removed

as this hardness slides slipping
over satin up your back with the full
weight of labored muscle
as he slides and churns over your ass
like the edge of a front-loading washing machine.

don't change that breath as weight presses down,
grinding bones into the silent mattress.
don't moan beg or whisper
while he floods you, back to shoulders
with double thick slipperiness
chest lowering through, fingers
sliding
through.

don't smile yet,
wait until you hear that familiar
slow soft snore

then take your turn in the slow press shadow show
on his flesh, hard and hotter than cotton,
ride that skin, doesn't matter what it covers,
hip or chest, thigh or wrist, just ride it home
like the pony who knows his way
by heart.

~