Only once did I touch a man
and immediately withdrew my hand,
unpleasantly startled by the fleshy
tactile sensation of the limp genitals.
At night my libido screams and
Freudianly slips into my id.
In my dreams I hold my own flaccid
phallus, wailing for unattainable release.
1 comment:
i like the tone of this piece a lot. i'm not quite sure what i think of the occasional rhyming. maybe you should try writing it in a more expository form and then working from there.
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