In
Each breath
I can feel
Fingers pulsing
Under thin cotton
Making me cup my hardness
Between jeans and the windowsill
I am as stiff as your nipples
And securely hidden by the steam
From my breath outside your bedroom window
About Me
- navypoet
- The people in my life provide the firmament for my pen, those who love and support me and those who do not. I write what I see. I write how I feel. I write what has been given to me. I have been blessed in so many ways that it gives perspective to the trials I have experienced.
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