I looked over to the left. Like what I see. But I didn't touch me. Could've, but with no need cause the man to my right was full of greed And would've felt envy If I had taken the lead instead of letting my man not threatened by it, for the life of him just wouldn't understand Would not understand why I did not invite his hand To get intimate with my unmentionables Would've even found it incomprehensable So I reached over with my left Caressed his chins clef Found his family's wealth And massaged his jewels with my palm. Made him grasp me in his arms Kiss my peaks, my lips my mouth Taking two different paths to respective souths Shivering as if cold in the fire of the night Made my man feel good, feel right Kiss away my thoughts of a familiar hand touching me To fondled by the fantasy of foreign object learning 'bout me Glancing again to the left, touched myself Watched my man gasp for his own breath. then I woke up...hand in the wrong spot...I'm hot , it's 3 o'clock. DAyum. steamy wet dreamin.