Bury yourself under leagues of depth and absence of breath
Breaching the surface beneath some fabricated ideal of ****** appeal
Ha.

I wanted you for a moment
Within me and daunting,
Apathetically haunting the halls of my body

How ideal

Till playfulness and zeal gave way to a sadistic rope of detest and resentment
Wrapped around my throat

In drapes of kindness and soulful touch
Eclipsed by the blush of
Nervous lust

Ha

You never were a friend to me
You just want my body

Well kindly get in line
and you will find
The stagnant flaccid undermined
Ability to invalidate my bisexuality
Because god forbid

God forbid

You actually ******* want me for me.