In my dream, your excitement grew with our tension
When day awoke, only your excitement grew
There can be no tension when you say nothing
And I don’t feel compelled to you in your silence
I yearned to resolve your inaccessibility
The too many chances I gave weren’t enough
You offered me your awful mouth
Open and intense
Your excitement grinding against me
Your sweat staining my pants
No words of encouragement
No flirtations
No compliments
I paid for dinner
I paid for drinks
I opened my own door
Does snooping through your things count as foreplay?
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