comely youth beckons to me, curling,
as I trace a finger up soft thigh undersides,
slowly and easily.

you entertain me.

let's get coffee.

I'll listen to you, you can show me everything
in the nooks and crannies of your pink little brain

I will take it from you, and
then love you empathically

but,
maybe,
maybe not,
for I have fled.