Last night I was hard & horrid

& so very tired of the world outside.

Last night's light was bright & torrid

& so much more than I could abide.

Last's night's magic was drowned & muted

by the darkness screaming all around me.

Last night Franklin had contributed

to the starkness dreaming where he found me.

The image came without my calling

& the vision burned me with disasterous power.

The vision found me swiftly falling

as he returned me to a sweet after hour.

The dream was thrusting in the darkness,

trusting me with lust & madness -

telling secrets I'd not known

or not admitted to my own soul.

I fucked him loving..felt him shoving -

We sucked us dry & swallowed whole.

We loved & then some...held us handsome,

gave everything & then some more...

& when I came & the vision faded

I was left wondering why he had pervaded -

Is this what masturbation is for?

Because I didn't know or even suspect -

I knew he was cool but I didn't expect

that he'd haunt me later...

that I'd want his kiss...

that I'd want a dream such as this to exist.

But here now I write what I'll have to show him -

In dreams I fucked friankie though I hardly know him...

I want to know more though I don't want to dare him -

Why do I share what I write if it scares them?

Because I'm not afraid or I don't want to be -

How can I edit myself & be free?

The truth about Franklin is that I've met him twice,

I thought he was handsome & that he was nice...

And last night I came dreaming him in my bed -

Now I want to know was it all in my head?

Was it some random spark from my hardon slicked core?

Or do I really want Franklin?

I want to know more.

For Franklin: I'm sorry if this freaks you out, but you wouldn't be the first person to run screaming from something that I've written, & if you do run away screaming, I doubt you will be the last.