Only In My Dreams

In the dream
I was in my chair
He was kneeling
Between my legs
Working me
With his tongue,
As though
No years
Had passed,
When you walked in
And saw us.

He looked up at you
And said,
Hey, Bro.
Hold her for me
She still squirms a lot.

I looked up at you
And your eyes had gone
Full green and
You said,
Wrists.
Now.

I reached my arms up
Crossed them
Above my head
You grabbed them
In one hand
Palmed my throat
With the other
And leaned over me
To watch.

He, even after
Too many years,
Remembered
How I like it,
How I work, and
Held me open,
Exposed,
Vulnerable,
And tongued me
Slow and steady
Up and down
Back and forth
Up and over
Licking and flicking
Again and again.

When I started to shake
You held me tighter
Growled in my ear
That’s it?
That’s all you need?
Fuck.
I’m so going to wreck you.

He kept going
I kept coming
He was relentless
Same pace
Same pressure
Then slowed down
Lightened up a bit
Not stopping
Drawing it out
Making it last

When I finally
Stopped making noises
He stopped licking
Released my lips
And pressed his hand
Against me
To feel the pulses,
The aftershocks

Then he stood up
Looked at me and said
You’re still fun
I still miss you
And he looked at you
And said,
Thanks Bro.
Don’t wreck her too much.
And he left
To go home to
His wife

And you looked at me
And said
Who
The fuck
Was that?
And I,
Still panting,
Said,
Old roommate.
The one I
Told you about.
Haven’t seen him
Like that
In nearly
Thirty years

And you said
Bedroom
Now
You’re about to get
A reason
To not see him
Like that
For another thirty

I woke up,
Smiling,
Thinking of him,
And you,
And how fun
It could be
If that dream
Came true.