To him...

Lanky Limbs imitate boys in Timbs, not making fun, but appreciating.
Yes, some might find you irritating –

But you fit me just right.

I worship you each night as I fight the urge to call

Maul me.

Eat me alive!

I’ll enjoy it.

I fear that I’ll destroy it…

This feeling you have for me.

I want you times infinity –
and then plus one.

Yes, this is fun for now –
But I think I could do it forever.

The words you use are clever.

They blind me – they
recline me into my imperfect spot on your perfect bed.

I replay the things you’ve said obsessively.
Each syllable fills my chest compressively.

---I’m short of breath---

Digressively,

I love how you fuck so aggressively.

Put me in my place –
And that’s a fearful demand because I’m under your command
and you know it
because I lustfully show it with each visit

“Is this how you want it, Daddy?”
“Is it?”

But, in all actuality, it’s your personality in its totality that keeps me returning.
It’s that constant yearning to feel your warm breath burning my cheek as you whisper something sweet into my ear.

Back to that word fear.

It’s not that I’m a coward or yellow
but it’s hard to stay mellow when you’re addicted to a fellows presence.

It’s your essence that’s appealing.
It’s that glitter on your ceiling.
It’s that comforting feeling when I’m kneeling at your feet.

It’s like my thoughts are on repeat.
A skipping CD in my mind –
It’s just that I never thought that I would find one of my own kind with so little effort

I guess I could get hurt –
but that’s half the fun.

This time I won’t run.

I release control.

I’m Zen in my meditation –
I’m cool in my desperation –

I trust with no hesitation that I’ll keep my reservation in your heart.
Though my location’s been an issue from the start –
I’m an master in the art of Que Sera

So, whatever will be will be
And the last words to you from me are that I’m undoubtedly, uncontrollably, and inconsolably

In like with you.