You see me,
pressed into the wall,
and dust off my cobwebs.
I am starving
and you feed me.
You moisten my dry lips,
and soothe my parched tongue.
Touches awaken sleeping nipples,
fanning the hidden flames within.
Your body fills my empty spaces,
squeezing out loneliness.
Your searing cock melts
the ice between my legs.
I find my voice,
screaming with my longing fulfilled.
I hit Publish
and close my laptop.
Reality chases fantasy,
back into hiding.
I cum from my mental fuck
and I wake up back in my corner.
Starving
I feel for the homeless man
who sleeps on the cold concrete,
outside the fancy store,
with the luxurious bed
a mere foot away
on display in the window.
Just as I watch you all,
coupled around me.
Your fingers interlock,
hands hold,
and palms sweat,
as my left-hand comforts my right.
Starving
