I didn't pursue an intimate relationship
with this little eighteen-year-old,
but when she told me she was surprised
that I never tried to kiss her,
I really wish I had.

Now my fingers imagine her firm flesh
whilst wrapped around my purple thing,
pulsing away in the darkness
and reveling in the unknown
pleasures of her love long lost.

When finished I lay
and I wonder,
with longing doubt,
if her spindly fingers
ever imagine me.