I love to watch you touch yourself,
on rainy afternoons.
The wandering hands.
The soft little moans.
Hips twitching.
Wet fingers fucking.
A solo show,
performed for one.
— Michael Faudet —
i see like you hear…
Your slightest touch gives me shivers. The barest-of-caress on my palm makes me moan in secret.
I try not to arch with pleasure.
(I can’t give myself away.)
I curl my toes and squeeze my knees together instead.
I look at our hands entwined.
I watch my fingers
spread and splay,
wrapped inside yours.
This is a luxury – your attention.
So tender sweet.
I swoon.