You are a thought, sometimes simple,
other times complex. You lay with
me those sleepless nights embrace
me with warmth as your arms wrap

around and feel my somber breaths. You
are never alone, others constantly
bouncing off of you like rain drops on the
pavement, but you are happiest when left

to your solitude. Your powers are sublime
and pure. The unpredictable nature of your
being. You get drunk off of the thriving
knowledge that fills your plush

background. You need others around to
prove your own self worth, your only
sense of value based on the triumphs and
failure of others. You are a thought, you

come and go, but no matter what you
mean a lot to at least  one person.

He sat on his bed as though waiting my arrival
his hard stomach exposed, strong arms ready to hold
me for the evening I stood in his legs and dropped
to my knees to hold his *** in my hands I grasp him
with a gentle grip I kiss him softly
at first, then my tongue begins to
wander in every direction tempting him to do
more. He forces himself deeper; his back is wet
to touch, there’s sweat beading off his forehead as though trying
to escape with utter excitement. my lips are wet with
salt, left over Burt’s Bees, cigarettes, and beer
he shrieks out a moan, I know he likes that.
A volcano is beginning to erupt,
he holds my curls in his palm, I feel his sweaty hands he
lets out a loud groan of satisfaction,
his face is awkward, his nose is scrunched, his eyes are slits,
he faces up towards the ceiling his mouth opening more
as his satisfaction grows greater.
An explosion of salty, sweet milk fills my mouth and
I swallow for his pleasure.