I feel my ****** begin to swell
like a red ballon.
Slowly.
Aching too.
Sometimes it’s catching a bit
of your breath
when you sigh.
And sometimes it’s the sight
of your neck.
You lean sideways,
and I look toward you,
wondering:
why the desire to reach you
is so strong.
Why this pull?
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 10:26 AM UTC
I feel my ****** begin to swell
like a red ballon.
Slowly.
Aching too.
Sometimes it’s catching a bit
of your breath
when you sigh.
And sometimes it’s the sight
of your neck.
You lean sideways,
and I look toward you,
wondering:
why the desire to reach you
is so strong.
Why this pull?
