If He Ever Poem by Zyw Zywa
If He Ever
He is in the hallway. Shall I
touch him, let my fingers run
through his hair, play with his shirt
tickle his body, shall I
arouse him and give the finest?
Cheerfully I say good morning, walk on
close my door, my eyes, him
in my arms on the edge
of my bed, to feel
what I would do if he ever
should take the step to unfasten
hooks with me and
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