Free

On my knees, I’m more.
Under your hands, I’m real.
In your eyes, I’m found.

I am the gift you take.

I need.

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If

If I had stopped to button my coat or buy a coffee

If I had skipped class that day

If I had gone to another library or another school

Would I have met you?

 

If you had not worn pants that hugged your hips

If you had not walked through the turnstile right in front of me

If you had not said,  “Hey.”

Would you be at my side now?

 

Would you be at my side still

When your hair has thinned and mine is grey?

 

Why you, why me, why us?

 

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Hard

A hand to hold against the emptiness?
A shoulder at my side?
A smile that says he knows me?
Laughter in the dark?

I want all of that, I do.

But now,
Now, I want the pounding.
Your hands on my hips,
Your body in mine.
I want the slam of us.

I want hard.

 

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Want

Want

He moved
His open jacket revealing and concealing
Grey suit pants over narrow hips
Black belt

He tugged
Fingers pulling at a silk knot
Grey tie slipping down a white shirt
Black belt

He folded
Rolling his shirt cuffs up
White bands framing strong arms
Black belt

He stood
A silver buckle on a strip of leather
The portal to pleasure
Black belt