fucking him is so good

that there’s nothing to write about

I come twice

each time and I rarely feel

numb still I think of

J’s perfect cock

how we felt made for one

another how much

emotions I had during

sex with him an incomparable

pleasure I miss

him I was so lovesick like never before

in my life for more than a year

Y feels warm, and loving, and safe

he is strikingly beautiful and constantly

people keep asking him for sex as if

this body was made to serve them

strange world for black men

but desire is his

as are feelings he carries

his heart on his tongue

what is making love and when

can you speak of it