3 A.M.

She said, “Can you touch yourself for me”
She said she was wet off of all of my poetry
The mood was right and the temptation was there
I imagined her back arched and messy hair
I saw her hand between her legs and heard her moans
I watched her pretend like we were together and alone
I started stroking slowly as the feeling got worse
She wanted me to go faster but I don’t like to cum first
She approached her climax, she was about to peak
I told her to cum for me as she finished on her sheets