My awareness thirsts, not my mouth nor my soul. Tunneling through life,
Sliding the shaft, the experience consciousness calls my life
Life, living my life, thirsts with buzzing aflame, screaming blood.
Maddened, yours. Cold and void, believed when I cum to your taking my ass.
And I can’t cum till I know it’s true, not romantic fantasy.
When I accept, bliss comes over torn thoughts and gurgling coos of what you know
Carry me over, balls lanced with that driving penis that’s yours,
Spilling my testament, my conviction that I’m yours, best of all bliss in life
Too afraid it is not true, worried and troubled, I am not
Fit to proffer utterly all of me. Hating its truth, branding a lie
What is most purely me, I am forever yours. Helplessly.
