let her tongue trail
like she liked it.
slow.

I thought she liked it.

she was wearing a pink bob,
pink glitter lined her lids
and eyebrows and
two white roses, stickers,
were stuck to each corner
of her eye.

when she pressed her lips
to the tip,
I felt it like she was
there with me.
like she was doing it for me.
like she knew I was watching
or would be watching eventually.

and when I came,
I said her name
aloud but
s l o w l y
like she likes it.

“how guys save me in their phone #9’ or “synchronicity’