I sit here tonight
surrounded by the same four walls
which only yesterday
held so much magic,
and find that I am
achingly empty.
I'm hungry for you again, Sunshine,
for you who are so much a man...
For the gleam in your eyes
when you're feeling devilish,
and the feel of your lean, hard ass
in my hands...
For the way your hands on me
make me feel,
and the taste of bittersweet warmth
that you gave me...
For time enough
to explore all of you
and learn your pleasure,
I'm hungry!
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