1149 | step four |

Woke up and closed my eyes. Could still see her legs in my head. Tan, just a bit. Long and curved in the correct places. Could see faint veins spidering in her thigh, barely there. Not only was I seeing further up her skirt than I should but further into her skin than I should. I imagined her without skin. Thought of the way my sperm would mingle with her blood, seep through her thin walls and course through those legs. Had not masturbated with my eyes closed since whothefuckknows. I do not count the showers when I was married. That was necessity. This was willful, in the bed, in the morning, porn at hand but ignored. Those legs. That skirt. Those veins.

[Step one was eggs with hot sauce, step two was a michelada. Step three was this (it just never gets old). On to step five.]