Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Three Times


“the smell of 
an unaired room”
—Alex Dimitrov 
“Three Times Since

For a long time you wouldn’t—
go to bed with me even though
you wanted to and so did I

I don’t know why—
every night I held my breath
waiting for you to do it

The first move that no—
hetero will make even tho 
he needs it

I couldn’t sleep—
I’d lie in bed looking up at
the ceiling, until my eyes closed

You wanted to beat off but—
I was there so you felt crummy
about cumming with me there

The next night I felt you—
on top of me and I knew the
hardness your girlfriend felt

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