left/right/w***e/right

I laid between both, but leaned
one direction.
--
He's left, nuzzled in my armpit, hand
on my chest;

but you, on my right, with your hand
in my hair

like my favorite dessert -

what are you?

The way that your eyes
dance on my face
in the dark

makes me forget
that I am the middle-man,

and that I'm here to be your w***e.