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Click hereMusic plays to set the scene,
And string lights in your room,
Soften some harsh realities.
I smell your tower,
And the hour,
Is late.
I want to lose myself,
Sucking on your cock,
When I get high it's better,
Wetter, warmer,
In my mind,
Of course.
Your mattress is on the ground,
I've lain there once, or twice,
basking in the sight of your ceiling,
feeling, regret,
for cowardice.
Will I ever know what it's like,
to be on my back under you,
pressing myself against your side,
hiding, from the world?
Perhaps.
You've played along,
And I've laid down,
The rules that dictate, but when,
I'm poised, and ready,
Sweaty,
It's too scary to comprehend.
If I'm naked,
Would you like to see?
I loved this poem and its evocation of uncertainty. And I am quite certain the answer to its final question is yes. Keep writing, and welcome to literotica!