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Sep 2022
He cracked my shell and ****** me out
The base of spine to the tip of my spout
I came willingly, I didn’t fight
It felt so good I knew it was right
I wanted to be consumed by him
I wanted to be inside him
I’ve never met anyone like him
Never felt so understood
Never felt so desired
He lifted my hood and saw I was wired
The wrong way
Maybe I AM gay
But maybe I can sway
Maybe it’s gray
And not black and white

He saw me
For who I am not who I could be
How could he know, how did he see
The real me
Buried inside, so deep I was lost
Trying to fit, but what was the cost
He showed me
How to be true and how to be *****
The wrong side of 40 the right side of 30
I can be
All of these things with all of my senses
In present and future, in all of the tenses
Written by
Anon
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