Breathing hard,
we swam in the oceans of our skin
bodies hot,
flesh aflush
as you fall beside me
feigning to be tired.
I close my eyes
and think about the twilight beach
if it will be you or the moon
walking alongside me
within the decrepitudes
of waning one nights,
stands your inconsequential manhood...
As our Friday night disco breathing
Slows with the silence of regret,
you get up to towel down;
Yet I allow your power to dry on me
but you come and wipe away our ***
as you kiss each place
where you had landed
yet you never consider
my lips...
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 3:41 PM UTC
Breathing hard,
we swam in the oceans of our skin
bodies hot,
flesh aflush
as you fall beside me
feigning to be tired.
I close my eyes
and think about the twilight beach
if it will be you or the moon
walking alongside me
within the decrepitudes
of waning one nights,
stands your inconsequential manhood...
As our Friday night disco breathing
Slows with the silence of regret,
you get up to towel down;
Yet I allow your power to dry on me
but you come and wipe away our ***
as you kiss each place
where you had landed
yet you never consider
my lips...
Other title - "Bruce"
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