Ladybug, ladybug. I imagined you sitting up in bed. You felt more than you communicated. I thought more than I talked. I’d been talking all day, I’m done with it. The compromise was you come over tonight and suck my cock the way I’ve been dreaming about, then fall asleep with me. We’ll shower and warm the place up, I said. Kiss your shoulders, more than like. I had a moment of panic at the prospect of intimacy, but for now, I’ll think it’s just sleep.