On top the lonely night bears a strange grin
A grin that ignites the heavens each time I see your stare
orgasmic as I never knew breath until I tasted yours for the first time
I long only for the grasp of your hand as again I can only hope to hold your hand for a second longer
because in your presence only do I feel whole
not a man because I was groomed to be
but a man as the essence of yearning only to be your equal
may my hands shelter you from any storm that dares quiver your lips besides my smile
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