struck,
each time our
eyes connected

you passed
by again,
same look
in your beady red
eyes,
i have them too

I slipped
into
old shoes
old patterns
they led me
to your
doorstep

my mind
“we’ve aligned
it’s over,
it’s time”
body says
“touch me,
im just deprived”

A garden
of ****
is your room,
let’s roll it
and let this
feeling bloom

we aren’t two saints,
just two boys

phalluses
stiffen with
each kiss
each kiss
deepening
with each grind

eat me,
let
passion and
frustration
free between
us
tonight