It's a constant beating in your chest..
The love that you confessed, the feeling now you are unsure of..
Is it tearing you apart slowly?
When you rest between her thighs, when she's close whispering in your ear, when she plays in your hair, do you feel it then?
The love you easily proclaimed; this is why I hate men..
That's not fair of me is it? I'll leave it be.
I hope the pulsing of your manhood after you've reached your capacity and the release you get be as pleasurable as any can be.
I hope it satisfies your never ending need to rest between the thighs of maybes..