his
bluntness took me by surprise
he's
never been this abrupt before
it
felt like I was slammed in the face
by
comparisons and metaphors
when
did I become a disappointment
was
it necessary for this cruelty
the
tears he caused cleared my eyes
dousing
me with reality
my
words are filled with compassion
I
really thought that he knew
the
subject matter which I write
is
inspired by the things we do
be
it intertwined in sexual passion
running
errands all over town
talking
about a past I don't know
yet
excited by what I find out
when
we're apart I think of him
bringing
up the sound of his voice
while
envisioning the look on his face
as
he smiles and calls me his Boy
a
warmth rekindles inside
there's
a fire in me that burns
he
saw how quickly it spread
knowing
it's his touch I yearn
he
fulfills my perverted fantasies
I
look foreword to his company
be
it conversation or play
I'm
addicted to him I'd say
I
heard a sadness in his tone
like
a spark that wouldn't ignite
where
did those feelings go
how
can I make things right
with
bloody palms this much I do
hand
over my heart still beating
to
show the part that loves you
ever
since our first meeting
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© 2015 by Patrick B Vince
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