Bristled haze...
Eternal stubble...
Framing the upward
curve of Your lips...
Sure and gentle..
Long fingered
Beautiful hands...
Constantly rubbing Your chin...

Is it okay to say that I would love to feel that stubble brush slowly against my shoulder?
Hmmm?
As Your lips go for my neck?
Do i now have to take permission...to express that I want to feel
those fingers splayed on my back?
Do i now need to worry that
You'd make fun of my desire?
Do i need to start using a filter for my words?
I don't know...

And so i hide...
behind peals
Of meaningful laughter...
Trying to protect myself
from your all pervading
Virility....
Unsuccessfully...
While you go on jabbering
About stubbles...contours and
searching for a semblance of masculinity...
If only you knew...