Broski Poem by Gaeson Caca
Broski
his hands are big and sweaty as they lay in mine.
my sit-ups much faster as his big meaty hands hold my toes.
we sit in my parent's kitchen as we sip our protein shakes looking dead into each other's eyes
his guns pulsing with muscles and i wish that his was mine
Wednesday, November 30, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: muscles
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