So to hell with denial
I stare at those beautiful hands
Long fingers promising
Long nights of passion
The semi-exposed chest
My temperature rising
Caught in the sticky mess
Of the soup of my hormones
I surrender
To what is
And am grateful
For these pointers
To the world I havent found yet
To the path
I can not discover alone
To me
I can not discover alone...
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