I talk my way into my lover’s dreams.
Was that the right turn? she demands as I read her to sleep.
‘Where are we turning?’ I whisper, ‘I’ll follow.’
Chotto matte!
‘I’m here. What are we waiting for?’
Some nights, Dutch slips in: Gezellig! Gefeliciteerd! Giller! She always
Giggles after the guttural Gs,
Laughter falling away as the dreamworld reclaims her.
‘Where are we, so cozy?’
This morning, I wasn’t sure I should follow:
Your clit is like a talon.
‘Whose?’ I’m cautious.
Her fingernails are preternaturally sharp, curling into my breast:
whooooo
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Sybil (all) is a queer theory professor on an island in the Pacific and lesbian stereotype all around, who published academic erotica in Autostraddle and academic essays under their own name.